It takes him a minute, but he puts it together. Crowley doesn't like rain, he reasons; he rarely allows himself to get wet outside of the occasional shower. Certainly not when the rain is cold. And here, it's very cold.

There's a whoomp of displaced air, and huge dark wings appear and block out most of the rain. They blend with the landscape so fully that it renders the two of them nearly invisible.

Raguel crouches down with infinite care, staring. His stunningly blue eyes are overbright.