Being an angel fraternizing with a demon wasn't particularly tickety-boo, but it wasn't particularly like somebody was telling heaven directly. You certainly weren't saying anything.

On a particularly stupid escapade with Crowley to Edinburgh when in 1827, he'd managed to get himself in his element; where he became sort of unhinged and uncontrollable. Which is also when you found yourself in the middle of helping a young child dig up bodies and take them all... somewhere. Where? You hadn't a clue.

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"This is wicked..."

You mumbled in distaste as you walked beside your demon friend that was currently wheeling a small carriage carrying the barrel as he followed the kid.

"Oh i'm down with wicked!"

He said cheerfully as he helped carry along the barrel with a supposed amount of dead bodies lain inside as you both followed the young grave robber to where she wanted to take said bodies.

Where did this young child say that you were taking these... people? Oh well, it didn't matter at the moment.

You had much more important bones to pick - and you didn't mean it literally, especially considering the situation - you had to shun the cheeky Crowley.