“Morning, sunshine,” he said cheerfully. “You’re in my bed. And we aren’t dead! Isn’t that lovely? Shall I make some tea?”


YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AN EVIL BASTARD TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS AND IF YOU’RE NOT WE MAKE YOU INTO HIDEOUS CHIPPED CERAMICS


And I quite liked that pun about it all going to Hell :P

Nice XD

Crowley’s so vulnerable in this story, but the reasons for it were rather sweet.

Really wonderful job, thanks for sharing this!