Recently, Crowley had been drinking human blood.

He was a bit… addicted.

The thing with a Demon drinking human blood is that it made them experience human feelings. Sadness, compassion, empathy, even love.

You were Crowley’s person of choice when he was on the blood. Without it, he ghosted you. But as soon as he drank again, you were the first person he called. Not that he called anyone else but you.

It was like he was two different people. The normal, original Crowley, and the cold, non-caring Demon Crowley. You liked the normal nice Crowley better, and he did too.

He had just drank more human blood, and again, like routine, called you.