"I figured," said Crowley as he pulled up a chair near John's bed and collapsed wearily into it. "I'll watch him." He would, too, until John woke up or someone Crowley trusted took over, and that category was very small indeed.

His hand came up and rested on the bed on top of John's. The man had an even worse time of it than Crowley and the least he could do was give him some friendly comfort. Especially after what he'd seen... But he wasn't going to think about that now. He wasn't going to do anything at the moment but watch John breathe. The rest would sort itself out later.

Adam just smiled as he tidied up.