hellsbrokenking has located the Bentley
“Hello,” Crowley purred, “What’s a little halfling like you doing so far away from your owners? I doubt the Winchesters would be pleased if they found out their little pet project had gone a-wandering.” His smirk twisted up into a vindicitive smile. ”And such a pretty little pet you are. Tell me, Crowley, what’s it like to be human?”
Crowley huffed and glowered at…himself. “I amno one’s pet, darling, and I most certainly do not belong to those blasted Winchesters.” He scowled, debating whether or not to answer the other question, since he loathed admitting to the new found part of himself that was so at odds with everything he was up until then. “Awful,” he said simply.