Crowley glances down at his phone, then up at the street, still pressing as hard as he can on the gas. "Looks like there's a whole park in the temple grounds, all that water is probably blessed. If we could lure it in there, it would be easy to knock it in. Just a few drops would do."

He doesn't fancy the idea of driving or running into anywhere consecrated. Especially throwing himself anywhere near holy water, so close and so far away from anything else, but---

He glances back. The black shape dives down, slamming itself on the ground right behind the trolly.

"I don't have another idea, do you, angel?"