"Probably he left with Crowley, he was sort of Crowley's pet." Wilson said with a smile of a genuine sort of affection and perhaps a little wistfulness. Fandom without Crowley, felt a little strange.

Taking a sip of his refreshed drink, Wilson arched an eyebrow at Greg. "So, besides the jell-o dragons, snakes from the sky, and something about a tentacle monster, how are you adapting to the weird and unusual that seems drawn here?"