Fortuitously, maybe, or whatever, Janet's walking past the front door, staves strapped to her back and boots up to her knees. Mostly, she's thinking about how she's supposed to make Crowley, of all people, look sexy for a nude calendar -- and then she's not thinking about that even a little bit.

"You!" Her face tries to split into a giant grin. It also tries to turn thunderous with annoyance. "I've been waiting forever for you, asshole!"