Crowley got a commendation the other day, and has finally tracked down the news item that brought it on.
Presently, he's at a table, looking from the commendation to the photo and trying to work out what one has to do with the other. He hadn't even heard of the thing before now.

The door doesn't open so much as disappear, long enough for a very nice car indeed to drive in.

"...Right, isn't this just a little ridiculous?"
He would have thought he could park outside or something, at least.

Where there's an angel (well, this angel, anyway), there's probably a demon not too far behind. This one's at a table, having some wine* and people-watching, since that's good entertainment pretty much anywhere one goes ( Read more... )

It's a typical night in the Inn, the moon is full, flowers are just beginning to poke up through the dirt out back, and the supernatural has entered the building ( Read more... )