"Which basically means your brother locked out someone who would protect you. Nice brother, he is." Crowley rolled his eyes. "At least my brothers were meant to stab each other in the back at every turn. That was supposed to be the opposite of your kind." Crowley arched a brow. Food for thought, that was. Angels were, as far as Crowley could see, at least as self serving and vindictive as the demons they claimed to hate, and a fair bit more stupid.