[Crowley growled, flopping back into the grass with an exasperated huff.] You are an impossible human.

[Stars? Was that why she smelled of stardust? She had torn across dimensions to find him?

Crowley plucked one of the berries from the bush he was basking under and tossed it with a little hiss.]

You're lying in the middle of a field, muttering about your mum and you'd think I could wake you. Just like a human to-- [He could plant the suggestion in her mind to awaken. It may work. It may not. After all, a suggestion was just a suggestion. No.]

You have to find him. How long have you been searching for him?