"Really. What was that?" he said, mostly to himself because he wasn't the kind of ridiculous person who screamed across streets at someone. "Some kind of test?" Was this whole thing just to bring him out here and tell him Anthony had a girlfriend and then see what kind of person he was?

It was an exhausting bit of nonsense and he felt toyed with. Like the roses in the bin: just here to serve some kind of performative function so that this odd cousin could do whatever it was he thought he was doing, protecting Anthony.

Well, he couldn't very well go back in the restaurant. Not after all that. Yet another perfectly fine eatery ruined for him by a Crowley. And he couldn't just stand here on the curb like an idiot.

Time to take his broken heart home like an adult, find himself a bottle of wine, and have a good cry.