A/N
Thanks to Granny for their review. I will definitely continue writing. :-)
Entry 16
I should be relieved that the angel didn't seem scared of me. Maybe that means I'm not destined to destroy the world. But I'm still panicking.
I went back to Crowley's. Where else was I going to go? I've been hiding in my bedroom, trying to decide whether to unpack. Crowley's working, and pretty much ignoring me. I'm not sure what he has to work on. If he were going through his old records and putting together a story for Lucifer in case he gets out, and picking some papers to hide somewhere, I would get it, but no. He's just sitting at his desk half the time, writing stuff down and digging through paper stacks, and out the other half of the time. He doesn't bother sleeping, I guess because it's a vessel and not really his body? But he's been using it for a while. Or maybe, as a cross, I'm less messed up than an actual demon? Anyway, I sleep, and he doesn't. Doesn't eat a ton, either, mostly just coffee and alcohol. Boy, does he ever obsess about his suits, though.