Crowley stepped out of Dean's room, blocking Sam's entry. "Hallo there, Moose."
Sam stopped, hand dropping to the demon blade at his belt, eyes darting to Dean's open door. "What are you doing here?"
"Growing forgetful, are we?" Crowley smiled sardonically. "Well, you have had a big day. You summoned me, dear boy."
"Don't fuck with me," Sam hissed. "What are you doing here?"
Crowley cast a quick look into Dean's room. When he looked back at Sam, there was an odd expression on his face.
After a moment Sam identified it and it chilled his blood.
It was pity.