you and Crowley were both demons, and you didn’t get along very well. You had been sent on a mission that hell had told you to go on. you reached the hotel and booked a room, when you entered the room however, everything got worse. There was only one bed

you sigh “there’s only one bed,” you say, fighting the urge not to smile

“oh, shut up,” Crowley said

“Make me,” you say teasingly