After hearing John's warnings regarding tomorrow's operation, Crowley needed a drink. He daren't have one the next day regardless of his ability to choose his level of sobriety, so he thought he'd visit the bar now.

Heading downstairs, he was walking towards the bar when he heard a dog bark and he directed his steps towards the lobby instead. If Adam had brought that hellhound here...

But it wasn't Adam and Dog. It was Raphael. Carrying what looked like a moving dog skeleton. Crowley stopped walking abruptly.

"Raphael? Uh, nice dog...?"