While everyone was busy preparing for the one and only confrontation with Amara, Crowley found himself with a little extra time. The benefits of always being prepared, he thought. God was standing around in the main room, alone, as he strolled in.
"Played favourites with the boys a few times?" It was as good a greeting as any.
Chuck shrugged. "I, uh, might have bent a couple things."
"You brought Dean's angel back from the dead."
He nodded awkwardly.
"I don't suppose you were the one that tossed aside all of those… shall we say, annoying Leviathan aftereffects?"
Chuck frowned and brought a hand up to his chin in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"The serums, corporations—all of those interesting little things I wanted to inspect closer, before they disappeared."
The Creator smiled in a sort of intelligent way Crowley didn't remember noticing before, and with a final shrug, the discussion ground to a halt.