"Can't," said Crowley shortly, looking at his hand before turning it to drink deeply. When he finally lowered the bottle, he had to stifle a smirk as he noticed where John had sat. What'd the man think he was going to do, jump him just because he was on his bed? He'd clearly been hanging around with Belial too long.

"I'm going to Disneyland. What the fuck do you think I'm going to do now? If Lucifer looked around at all during that debacle, then he saw me there. If he did see me then I'm just going to have to lie my arse off until Raphael Falls and then take the credit for that. Should get me off the hook for quite a few little stunts."

Crowley turned his head to look at John, eyes flashing angrily behind his sunglasses.

"And if I survive all of that? Then... then I'm going after Beelzebub."