Although Crowley seemed rather confident in the plan of sending me to Hell, I was having second thoughts.
I didn't want to leave him and Laura waiting for Nasroque.
We had been in the motel room for the night and Sam was getting ready to take me to one of the portals, but I was staring at Laura.
She was fidgety, twisting her hands around the handle of her bag, her eyes darting between me and Crowley every so often.
Irene was standing at the window, staring out so I knew she hadn't noticed it, and Crowley sat on the chair with his head back and eyes closed.
Laura was acting strange, and although I told myself it was probably due to fear, I had a feeling that I was wrong.
Something else was bugging her, she looked almost guilty of something as if she was scared she was going to get ca
