She wanted to know how a demon could retire, Crowley told her. Truth tended to be stranger than fiction in these cases.

"So you would have your guns, and I would have my - " he snapped his fingers and nothing happened. Clearly something was supposed to, but it didn't. "- if they hadn't fiddled around where they weren't wanted. Would love to know how they managed to put me out of commission - usually you need all kinds of circles and sigils and little squiggly bits for humans to get it right, but I'm not seeing so much as a pentagram anywhere."