Cigars lit and smoke curling into the air, Crowley snuffed out the flames with a gesture, and contemplated what Kol had told him. He was far, far from an expert in family dramas, his experience mostly being laughing at the Winchesters when they fucked up, and really he had no idea where to even start with any kind of advice.
"Reckon your sis will cave first then?" Crowley hadn't talked to the bird, but had seen her temper in action. It was rather hard to miss, actually. And then there was the hybrid brother, and his hot rages that could really get quite inconvenient.
"No offense, but your brother is an idiot," he eventually came out with, possibly the most unhelpful comment ever. "So he had a temper tantrum, so what? He should just man up, admit he was a giant child and get over it. His pride is making him look like a barely functioning moron, and that is going to get him into some serious shit, sooner rather than later at this rate."
And, someone help him, Crowley was bothered about what would happen to Kol if that happened.