"You'd think and yet, there's a lot of down time mid-chaos. The calm before the storm," Crowley shoved his hands into his pocket, standing there with an amused expression plastered all over his face. Was that little butter knife for him? How sweet. Couldn't they ever have one discussion without knives?

Though, saying that, it'd be awfully dull otherwise. He couldn't picture him and Castiel calmly having some tea together and discussing their issues.

"So what's a little angel like you doing in a place like this?" There were far too many angels here than he liked, he was starting to think this was some sort of very unconventional trap. It was just all too suspicious.