It felt like Crowley had been driving for days when he finally stopped at a motel.
I hated that we hadn't heard anything from Sam yet.
I sat on the bed while Laura sat near the door on the floor doing some sort of spell.
Crowley paced the room.
"I can't believe he came for you like that. Who the fvck does he think he is?"
"Where is Sam? Why has neither Irene nor Sam reached out? What if he killed them?"
Crowley paused, "What? No. I don't think... I don't know. I can't set foot into hell to check what's going on and I would rather not leave you alone right now."
"I can go to hell can't I?"
He frowned, "No, it's risky. Wait, Nasroque can't go into hell either. It would be the perfect place to keep you safe."
Laura glanced up, "In Hell? Have you both lost your minds?"
"It's safer, t
