It doesn't feel any stranger now than this place always feels, but then Crowley spends a lot of time burying his nose in books these days. He's always been the sort to fight for his survival and this is just the best way he has to fight what he knows is coming.

He's just been on his regular trip to the library to switch out useless books for new ones when he comes back to an unholy mess and his favorite little prophet.

"What do you think you're--"

Moving further into the room, he takes in more of the mess and realizes that his bureau drawer has been pulled entirely out and the false bottom is open, revealing his pack of syringes and a bag of blood.

His face twists.

"Get out!"