dontfeartreaper

Good luck sensing a common human, you dick. Crowley thought and allowed himself a little smile. He tried to move, crawl if it was necessary, whatever to get out off here, but in the end he screamed again, withering to the ground.

The demon couldn't stop the sad whimpering cry that come to his lips. His wings were nothing more than dead weigh, black feathers littered the burned grass like confetti, he didn't wanted to think about the state of his back or his broken knee...