[Fortunately this time Crowley didn't have any nightmares. Maybe it was due to her banishing the source or maybe it was just because his body was too tired.

When his name was spoken, as quietly as it was, he still jumped, startled awake. The demon blinked unevenly at her, trying to clear the last vestiges of sleep from his vision.]

Just five more minutes, mum.

[He teased and sat up straighter with a stretch.]

You're looking better.

[His hand bumped the coffee and seemed surprised to find it hot, giving her a quizzical glance.]

Thanks.

[Crowley refilled his cup and doctored it to suit his taste with a flick of his wrist.]

Breakfast? I've not got anything fancy, but I've learned to make quite good crepes. [For absolutely no reason. don't question the crepes.]