He had come back, realizing his mistake in choosing heaven over Crowley. He hurriedly entered the bookshop that was once his, Crowley had started taking care of it and it became obvious when the place was filled with plants. The little bell ringed when he entered and he saw Crowley at check out selling one of the newer books and nearly gasped aloud as Crowley had a small child on his hip and he was doing the ‘mother stand’ (constantly moving while standing) “Crowley….who’s kid is that..?”