Crowley
You know, you would have an easier time if all you wanted was just a little winged dick. You don't want him messed with. You gave him flowers, Crowley. Flowers. Not poisoned, not some angel sedative, no trick, not even something black or edgy to fit with the whole 'mwahaha I'm a demon' thing. You picked something according to his tastes because you wanted him to like it.
Crowley, you picked the flowers that were named for Iris. I don't know if you've met her, but I can tell you that she is indeed the personification of the rainbow. The rainbow, dear. I trust I don't have to make a joke about how fabulous it is.
You're in super deep fucking trouble.
Also, sweetness, Charles Barkley is Gabe's little fat dog. I was kinda holding him hostage while Gabe was off making me worry but he should go back home now that we're even.