< Put a creative title here. > || Sam and Crowley
Crowley had changed psychologically, but he didn't want to do what he did before, didn't want to kill, torture or something of that genre, he tried to make up for the things he had done, but he often did not even think about it, his mind was troubled now, but he was still useful, still alive and he was king Abaddon could not hold Lucifer and Michael, and information that Crowley had whenever necessary, but he did not like to get up more on this subject.
Crowley was in the same clothes for some time, he enjoyed his suit, but was full of blood, so he just headed toward Sam's room and opened the door a crack. "Moose?"





