it looks like the wife crowley(lol with an apron) is claiming his husband(cas) that had been partying at the impalabar, hanging around with bitchesters and smelling like their cologne while he was cooking some souls soup and waiting worried for him
oh you irreponsable husband cas you
cas: i was working
crow: oh really? and why is it that you smell like that bitchesters? now you work at the bar huh?
cas:…
crow: you can’t fool me castiel angel of the lord!! now there is no soulsoup for you and you’ll sleep at the couch