The look that was sent at Crowley said it all; drop the damn human subject, push anymore and you'll regret it. A small amount of pressure on his injured ribs may or may not have been applied in emphasis.

"You throw the cat out the window, I'll toss your sorry ass right out after," he replied flatly. It didn't sound like an idle threat, either. "She won't bother you. I'll keep her in the bathroom or something. You just focus on healing yourself."