[I so not, and man kind was going to be screwed anyway because they're all morons >B|

Over-protectiveness is sweet. Crowley decided that lying down would help to make the room stop spinning, that's why his face si buried in the sheets.]
No, the ghost of christmas past..[Come the mutilated reply, but it wasn't really audible. The demon moves his head to the side so he can look at te other man.] Urgh...what...? [He looks over his shoulder, his wings are killing him. When he sees why his feels nauseated agian.] Oh, holly shit...