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“Oh settle down, Tinkerbell,” Crowley said to what Aziraphale had identified the angel who had been looking for him. An angel in his more pure form, for whatever reason. Without bothering to grab a plate, he grabbed a handful of grapes off the table. Might as well enjoy the food since they were going to be stuck there for awhile. “Peter Pan will still be out running amok when we all eventually get out of here.”
Where in this particular analogy, Peter Pan was that Winchester character and Tinkerbell... well, was the bit of light that was spazzing out.
“Besides, what good did losing your mind ever do, especially when you have very little mind left to lose?” Just like him to end a logical statement with an insult. He popped a grape in his mouth while grinning in the direction of the light formed angel.