"Oh," he says, and then rifles through for some burn cream. Why a demon would keep burn cream in his apartment is beyond him though, and he miracles some of it up. "That should help with the pain and the scarring," he says, looking on sympathetically. He doesn't know how else he should help, but at least he knows that he'll heal now, and not slowly turn into a pile of maggots.

He pulls a stool up to sit by the tub, and with his elbows laid on the rim, looks up at Crowley. "When Heaven and Hell come looking for us," he says. "We should switch. You go to Heaven, and I to Hell, wearing each other's faces. I think that's what the prophecy is trying to tell us."