He would care, of course; he doesn't want to be a fallen angel. He wants to be a good angel, to be beloved in the eyes of God, so precious is She to him. But so is Crowley, and he makes his choice, and it's to be in this bed with the demon he loves in the world he loves and if need be, forsake Heaven as they have abandoned him.

He doesn't have any regrets, if that is the case.

"Crowley," he says, his lips curving, and he doesn't know how to say that it's this moment that is keeping him steady, that it's Crowley who grounds him, moors him to the Earth and keeps him calm. "What if I stop time?" he asks. "And we can be here a little longer."