You were lucky that Crowley was there to catch you when you fell to Hell. He seemed to be minding his own business when you accidentally fell onto his lap. Crowley jumped up and looked down at you, your white wings seemed to be ripped off and torn to absolute oblivion with blood scattered all over your clothes. "What in the..." Crowley muttered. He still stared down at you, thinking about reasons why you fell... you then looked up at Crowley... you knew you were in Hell. "A-Are you okay...?" Crowley says whilst holding out his hand to you. Crowley helps you up whilst looking at your torn angel-like clothes and wings... he seemed genuinely concerned for you... "Look, so you don't get told off, I gotta get some clothes for you. Follow me." Crowley whispered. He urged you to follow him. "The name's Crowley, just saying." Still, he wanted you to follow him...