You're very much not all right. Why do you insist on being such astubborn, stubborn creature? They seem to have roughed you up. [Then he was taking a warm wet flannel and carefully cleaning a bit of - Was that blood? - whatever it was off of Crowley's lower lip.]

I should get you upstairs for a bath and tend you. Do you think you could manage it with a bit of help? I wouldn't want to try and Miracle it better and accidently make it worse. [He'd learned the hard way that sometimes it was a bad idea to take short cuts with actual injuries.]