CH2 Demon Needs A Nap
A quick snap upwards and Crowley's flat was back to the way he'd left it. He walked through the room that housed his plants and noticed one drooping ever so slightly. He didn't have it in him to yell at it, so he just knocked it over on his way past.
Another miracle and a glass of whiskey was in his hand. He downed it with a single action and then refilled it, the bottle on the other side of his flat emptying as his glass filled. He was able to down three before reaching his bedroom; a new record.
He laid down on his bed, not even bothering to take off his glasses. The way they dug into the side of his face barely registered, but it was enough to take his mind off the other, very real, pain he felt in his chest. How he had put his trust into another Heavenly entity, only to be left on his own to fall after what he needed from them was too much.
He curled up tighter on his side as a single tear finally fell as he forced himself into sleep.