The wing twitched reflexively away at the touch, like it had chanced too near fire and didn't wish to burn, but soon settled back into the angel's hand. It did feel wonderful. Over the centuries he had been to many a massage parlor, they had been all the rage in Rome, but he had never had his wings done. Would have defeated the purpose of taking human form if he had suddenly whipped them out and given the whole game away.

He ought to have been more guarded but wine and angel conspired to make him sigh quite contentedly as he drifted slightly further away from wakefulness.

"There can't be that many werewolves."

Crowley wasn't worried, not a bit! In this moment there felt like there was nothing at all in the full entirety of the universe that he needed to worry about. There was no Armageddon, no massive loss of humanity, no Corruption, no Heaven or Hell... there was just them.