"Shame it'll have to go to waste then." Crowley put the cake on the table beside Anna's bed. "Maybe I'll give it to the mutt, at least he'd have the decency to be appreciative." Johann sneered at the reference, but made no sound. He looked hopefully at the plate, the cake still neatly wrapped in cellophane. After a moment Johann stretched and dropped his head to rest on his massive paws. Crowley paid him no mind.
Crowley sat down in the chair off to the side. he dragged it close enough he could prop his legs up on the bed. He could tell Anna hadn't been alone, and he knew it was Dean who had been with her this time. He could smell his scent lingering in the air, and it very nearly repulsed Crowley. "What'd Winchester want?"