As soon as Growley was gone, he removed the blanket, folding it midair, the copper separating, and draping the blanket over another rail. No where near him. He started weaving with the copper together into cuff. It floated over to the blanket, and a small part ripped off and bonded with the outside. The it went the blanket's previous spot on the roof and a tiny pen - iron metal, verses ink - floated up and drew a copy of the Devil's Trap on it. Then he floated it down to Crowley, hovering in front of him expectantly.

It was going to be a lot easier it this worked. If not, try again another night. In this, he was patient.