Stella and Crowley
Crowley had avoided the demons that came in through the portal. They were not his brothers, as far as he was concerned. He was not at all like them, and wanted no part of it. So he'd kept a low profile and avoided them until they were gone.
Now it was the fourth of July. A ridiculous holiday, in Crowley's opinion, but a holiday nonetheless. And an excuse to be seen in public with Stella. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, nothing fancy, and nothing remotely patriotic. He was British, after all.
"This is a nice evening," he said to Stella. he was happy to spend it with her.