Crowley regarded the girl with a devilish smirk. Of course he knew who she was, but he was surprised to see her out and about after her tragic demise during the wild goose chase he’d sent the Winchesters on to try and kill Lucifer. “Joanna Beth Harvelle,” he purred. “I’d love to say I was the one who hauled you out, but I’m afraid it wasn’t my doing, dear.”