You were Crowley's kid. You were also a witch, a few hundred years old. You and Crowley had had extremely rough patches.,

But now you had a deal. You come by every now and again and do a protection spell for him and in exchange, his demons leave you alone (or really he gives you whatever you ask for, not that you ask for much.

Today, he asked you to start up a protection spell for him again.

"Do that corner first," Crowley said, pointing from his throne.