A satisfied smile on his face, Crowley watched Rodney strut his stuff.
He'd known the treasonous dweeb wouldn't be able to resist going against his King's order to leave the Winchesters alone.
Demons were so predictable, this jackass in particular. Talk about delusions of grandeur. He'd been plotting to overthrow the throne for centuries. His attempts were so pathetic, though - seriously, worse than the CIA and Castro - Crowley kept him around just for laughs.
Of course, that was before the little bastard fed Crowley's hellhounds spiked gunpowder.
Rodney would have to go.
Suicide by Winchester.
Sounded just right.