"I should have known it'd be something like that," said Crowley. "No offense, John, but I can't see you with the wife and kids and picket fence."

He leaned over the man to snatch the bottle back, laying very near him without actually touching, not admitting that he found needed comfort in the warm closeness of his friend, and drank down another several mouthfuls.

Gesturing with the bottle, Crowley asked, "So, do you ever wish you didn't know about this kind of shit so you could have that? A life with no demons in it? Where no one's chest has to get torn open so that he can be allowed to fall in love?"