[ Blake's glare intensifies and he can't help himself when this whole thing has him throwing out his arms in frustration. ]

Since when? [ Unbelievable. ] Crowley, I don't care what you are. If I did, you think we woulda—?

[ After all of this, John feels entirely misunderstood and that doesn't just count for Crowley. Does this really matter, or is he hurt for other reasons? Either way, hurt is hurt is hurt. ]

I- [ Blake huffs. ] I care who you are. Don't you? Or is it whatever's the flavor of the day for you?

[ Turning away, John growls to himself. ] Know it's not, but... fuck. What—? Why? You can't just—! [ AUGH! ]