"We could, but if we're together, they'll what, try to haul us off separately?" He asks as he dresses the wound. He has a soft touch, a nice bedside manner, and hopefully doesn't hurt Crowley any more than he is already hurt.

"I just don't know if we have enough to barter with them. You know how arrogant Gabriel and Beezlebub are, and ever since they've become the mouthpieces for God and Satan..." he starts.

He worries his hands together. "You know, this means you're going to have to do the bulk of the healing when we leave here."