Having been rather bored lately, Crowley wondered if he ought to resume some of his usual hobbies. With that in mind, he had walked down to the Manor's greenhouse to see what kinds of plants they were growing. What he saw was pathetic. There was wilting everywhere. And none of them looked like they'd been watered in a while. Crowley found a misting hose, and holding it menacingly advanced on the plants.

"Oh, thought you'd take it easy with no one around, huh? Staying warm in the greenhouse? Getting spoiled? Well things are going to change around here. I'll be back in two days and anyone who isn't looking their best is going roots up in the snow, do you understand me?"

The door behind him opened suddenly and he spun to see two angels making their way inside.

Oh, bloody hell, what now?