Oh will you stop being so - so stubborn! You're not okay. You're very much not okay and if you make me I will be forced to make you stay still so I can attend you and your wounds. I would much rather not fight you over it.

[He moved after him and took a firm hold of Crowley. He huffed and steered him to sit down again. He turned to Crowley with a firm frown on his lips.]

Stay.

[It was a command a sharp order rather than a gentle suggestion like he usually used when trying to coax Crowley into something. He went to the doors and made certain they were locked and everything was secure.]