She couldn't help it that her heart was pounding in her chest or that her cheeks had gone pink. She wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. Not for a demon. Everything in her was terrified. The angel part of her, the human part of her. And honestly, most of it had nothing to do with the fact that he was a demon. It was these feelings. She thought once that she felt this way about Castiel, but she realized now that wasn't it. Because this was... well, something else entirely.
Not entirely bad, though. Anna rolled over with a bit of effort. Johan tossed them an offended stare when she knocked him off her legs, but got comfortable again soon enough and ignored them. Anna wasn't really paying attention to him. She could help the sort of cautious expression in her eyes as she gazed up at Crowley, but it disappeared as soon as he brushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes drifted shut and she reached up to stroke her fingers along the underside of his jaw. This sort of calm was different than anything they'd done before, but certainly not unwelcome.