Crowley watches the angel with a level of intrigue, noticing the way his posture changed. They were definitely feeling the same things, if that was any indication, but Crowley still felt weird about it. Paranoid, slightly, that nothing they stumbled upon would be any good in this place.

"Let's head inside. Keep your wits about." he muttered, leaving the angel's side to find the entrance. Surely, if they followed the stone wall, there would be one.