Crowley wraps an arm around her as she climbs up him. He pants at the wound on his stomach, at every beat of his broken wing. He looks around them at the swirling, flying spirits.

"I feel like I should apologize for getting you into this."

Another spirit hits one of his wings and he falters, but stays up for another moment, holding onto Lunafreya.

"We got further than anyone else ever has," he estimates. "That's got to count for something."