The only benefit of this story is that when I return to my universe, I will remember none of this, and I can continue my reign in peace and solitude.

[No God, no Castiel, no attachment, there is just Crowley and his goals and nothing else and that is all that matters. And as Crowley turns to sit down again, he stops abruptly at a warm weight against his legs -- and a hand hesitantly drops down to rest on fur and it takes him half a second to place which one it is before he grits his teeth.

Abaddon has been attached to his side since Castiel died.]