[ He puts his glass down, concerned look slipping onto his face, even if it's mild. He doesn't like the idea that anyone else might be sniffing around Blake with intent to hurt him. ]
And I don't trust the other Crowley. He used to be an angel and I don't trust a single one of those feathered bastards. Who died?
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[ He puts his glass down, concerned look slipping onto his face, even if it's mild. He doesn't like the idea that anyone else might be sniffing around Blake with intent to hurt him. ]
And I don't trust the other Crowley. He used to be an angel and I don't trust a single one of those feathered bastards. Who died?