Crowley’s been around a long time, and he’s done a damn good job at being Hell’s best salesman. He’s done a damn good job of running the place, too, post-Apocalypse-that-wasn’t.

But there’s one client that got away, and, rather than trying to kill him or forget him completely, he pops in every now and again to say hello, sit down for a whiskey that, though it’s cheap and mass-produced, somehow seems finer when he’s across the table from Bobby Singer.

One day he asks why Crowley comes around, and Crowley just says, “The whiskey’s worth seeing you again.”