You'd think that selling one's soul, going through an eternity of suffering with the express intent of burning away what's left of one's humanity, followed by years of presiding over the suffering and torment and utter destruction of humanity would render one impenetrable - untouched by such paltry things as human emotion, especially something as tedious and common as a simple broken heart.
But for all he's been through and all he's done, Crowley can't help the ache in his throat, the burn of sulfurous tears behind his eyes, as Dean casts one last smirk in his direction, shakes his head, and walks away.
SPN, Dean/Crowley
You'd think that selling one's soul, going through an eternity of suffering with the express intent of burning away what's left of one's humanity, followed by years of presiding over the suffering and torment and utter destruction of humanity would render one impenetrable - untouched by such paltry things as human emotion, especially something as tedious and common as a simple broken heart.
But for all he's been through and all he's done, Crowley can't help the ache in his throat, the burn of sulfurous tears behind his eyes, as Dean casts one last smirk in his direction, shakes his head, and walks away.