kings and queens.

'Squirrel, moose, baby in a trench coat. I have news for you' Crowley says, a mischievous smile running across his face and a faint laugh coming out of his lips.

'Oh yeah, and what's that then? You finally figured out how not to be a patronising son of a bitch?' Dean exclaims, thumbing through one of the old spell books.

'Son of a witch, actually and quite the opposite. I've found love, strong love not like the ones you get Dean from one night stands' Crowley tells them, sitting down on the edge of the table.

'Oh really? Who's the unlucky lady?' Sam laughs out, his voice echoing around the bunker.

'Well, the person I've fell unconditionally in love with is your little Ashlinn'