No. That's not all you know. Don't loophole yourself right outta reality here, 'cause you knew what this was doin' to you, didn't you? What it was makin' you feel?

[ John shoves his finger at Crowley and jabs at his chest, adjacent to furious and entirely uncertain as to why. ]

How d'you know—? How d'you know what's—? [ Real. He wants to know if any of it was real, is real, what Crowley wanted, or just a side effect. What if everything they've built is a product of something that, by all accounts, wouldn't normally exist?

Blake worries he may never understand the thought process in the demon's choices that have gotten them here. ]