He won't say it, but every damn bone in his body wants to murder those church men. Some of them anyway. The ones that'd come after her. The idea is funny to him, roll up on them bastards and pretend to be a demon. Crowley'd have been damn proud of him. Hell, even Aziraphale would be.

He'd like to see 'em again. Maybe one day.

"Then don't be scared of usin' the woods. Do it for me, alright? Do it so there's someone I care about there when I finally make it to ya."