"He looks comfortable where he is." Crowley put a hand out to pat Johann's head. The hound sat and lifted his chin to rub against Crowley's touch. Crowley didn't look at Johann, his focus was Anna and the child she held. His son, borne out of his wish only a few months ago. Technically the child of an angel and a demon, but made to be nothing more than human. He was so small, so fragile. Crowley wasn't sure he trusted himself to hold him.