STEPHI
The excessive jingle of keys along with the low but aggressive swearing coming from outside the front door had woken me from sleep.
I padded over to the door, listening for a few seconds to the voices before swinging the door open.
Sam was slung over Crowley who swore under his breath while Irene stood in a shirt and boots, her arms crossed over her chest and a sour expression on her face.
"What is this? Crowley, get him on the couch."
I froze, my mouth dropping in shock.
Crowley stood up right, dropping Sam to the ground with a heavy thud.
"You remember me?"
"Oh my God! I remember you!"
Irene squealed, "You remember him!"
Sam squinted up from the floor, "You remember him but not me?"
I glanced at him before stepping aside, "Yeah, don't ask me how."
Crowley helped Sam to
