[ Blake doesn't move, even with Crowley putting contact into the mix. He only groans at the wisdom and prays for an embolism or something if this kind of thing is going to keep up. ]

Pretty sure— [ Ugh. ] Pretty sure that's not gonna happen... 'specially not right now, ow.

[ That being said, it's not just the Winchesters suffering from strange nonstop homoerotic angst, which is clear, but Blake's dealt with a lot worse and he's not about to buckle under this.

He mutters, even accompanies it with a gesture as he makes an attempt to sit back up a bit. ]

Can I have that water? Please?