"I love that they think I'm your girlfriend. All boys are dumb. Even smart, nice boys are dumb." Then again, maybe Holden wasn't dumb and they were just trolling him. Equally as likely. She smiled playfully in the direction of the kitchen before reaching up to stroke Crowley's face. "You're not my boyfriend, you're just my hero."

Crowley defended her from bad men and helped her out whenever things were bad. They were best friends, almost siblings, and she knew she could always rely on Crowley.

"So, tell me, how hot was Barty in those pinstripe pants?"