"I can oppose Michael," snapped Crowley in frustration. "I have opposed Michael. Three times already and it's getting really old. Get this through your thick holy heads. You. Can't. Hurt. Me. At. The. Manor. And if I really had tried to hurt you, Adam would have stopped me the same way he will stop you if you don't back the hell off."

He was faintly embarrassed at hiding behind a teenager, but outnumbered and outpowered, his options were limited. Crowley looked nervously at the hose in his hand, but held onto it thinking he could drop it before Raphael could finish blessing it. At the moment it was all he had.

"No one gets my respect without earning it. If you're polite to me, I'll be polite right back, but look at who's holding the damn sword here."