[ It's kept Blake out of this particular fight, but he's not as close to done with the tension in the pit of his stomach as he'd like to be. He releases Crowley a moment later and moves to collect up his pants. Silent. Maybe a bit ashamed he got so carried away.
Tugging up his trousers, he buttons them and leaves his belt hang. There's blood and glass and more mussing up his perfect kitchen, but John's head hangs low and he ignores it as he leans heavily against the island to catch his breath, fingers picking carelessly at the small pieces of glass still in his hand. ]
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Tugging up his trousers, he buttons them and leaves his belt hang. There's blood and glass and more mussing up his perfect kitchen, but John's head hangs low and he ignores it as he leans heavily against the island to catch his breath, fingers picking carelessly at the small pieces of glass still in his hand. ]