"Well I can't just stand here and do nothing," he says, arm around Crowley, trying to get him to the bathroom which is honestly way too large and very prisonlike. His whole flat is just so concrete and empty. But he supposes that the only thing that really needs to be in it to make it feel lived-in is Crowley.

He turns the tap on and then rolls up his sleeves, because he doesn't want Crowley to object to his help and then wind up hurting himself even more. Really, he hadn't imagined ever bathing Crowley to make sure that he wasn't infected with other demonic entities, but there was always a first time for everything.

At the very least, he'll hand the body wash to Crowley. Can't be touching any of the demonic goo.