[Open] I've been around for a long, long year -- stole many a man's soul and faith.
Crowley was not happy in the slightest.
First that bloody angel had to go back on their deal, and then he had to nick off with the blood - rendering the spell useless. Then the stupid feather ball had to go and open up Purgatory all by himself an consume every single last soul that was in there. Bloody angels. Well, he certainly wasn't going to ( Read more... )
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"Looks like I've turned up at a fancy dress party, and I don't recall being invited," he says with a frown, "I was heading somewhere... and now I'm in Chicago, and I can't seem to get to where I was going,"
He'd really like to go back to Hell, thanks. There's a mutated angel calling himself the new God that's probably going to be turning up soon. He'd rather not stick around.
"So, explain, very quickly if you will," he says, "And I'll be on my way,"
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But upset? No, not really.
"I never liked Chicago," he mutters more to himself than anything. "Right. I see. So... another dimension of sorts?" he asks with a slight frown, "Well, that explains a few things,"
More specifically, why he can't get to Hell. But on the bright side... Castiel might not be able to follow him. Still... he does want to get back to Hell.
"So... how do I get back?" he then asks.
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... This is not good at all. He does need to get back. Okay, he might have a mutant-angel-God on his tail, but he needs to get back to running Hell. Buggar knows what'll happen to the place if he's not there.
"Ah, see. Bit of a problem," he says with a slight frown, "I need to get back. I have Hell to run, you see,"
Yes, he really, really means that, Ianto.
"Bollocks," he mutters, "Right then. ...Well, I'm a bit of a loss now,"
... He has no idea what to do.
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