[Daniel lets go a small cry and buries his face in Corinthians's shirt at the view of that new world. ]

Now you run and wish that I'm faster than them.

[Crowley voice is deeper, harsh, he needs to scream to make himself audible over the wind and growls of the creatures near them. Dark figures where flying over them, wings like bats, faces and rotten corpses too strange and horrible to be described.]

Take the broom.