His smile curves softly against her mouth, thumb still caressing away the stinging wetness on her cheek, steady and certain. Though his actual wings remain safely tucked into their interdimensional space, his heart extends sheltering wings around Crowley, as if he could curl his very self around the source of the joy that now rings through him.

“Officially and permanently,” he says, as quiet and sincere as a vow. “Here, and wherever else we may end up.”

They’re still so close that his view of her is a little blurry; nevertheless, he glances up, trying to catch her serpent’s eyes with his own earnest gaze.

“Can you bear one more surprise, dearest?”