[ The shudder that moves through John is everything either of them need to know that Crowley's absolutely right. Gnawing at his lower lip, Blake's fingers scrape at whatever he can reach, more intent to have the demon closer than he was even a moment before. ]
What good would I be then?
[ He's surely Crowley has an answer, or that he'd restore Blake, but sometimes there is that real possibility that Crowley will take Blake apart and then never put him back together again. ]
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What good would I be then?
[ He's surely Crowley has an answer, or that he'd restore Blake, but sometimes there is that real possibility that Crowley will take Blake apart and then never put him back together again. ]