Crowley watched as Dean carried Sam out of the room. He wondered what that was about, but he couldn't be sure. He furrowed his eyebrows. Wasn't he supposed to not give a crap?
The blood Sam had given him was taking shape in Crowley whether he wanted to or not. He knew he shouldn't care one way or another, but he did now. He understood the reason for it.
That's when Crowley saw it. He saw the sky from the window. "What is that?" he asked and then it dawned on him. "The angels. They're falling." He stared at the sight.
Crowley looked over at the door. He wondered what Sam and Dean are going to do about this, and what the hell they're going to do with him. He knew it obvious that Sam wasn't going to finish the trials now.
Crowley wondered why that was...