The groan seemed to be just enough to pull him back into a full sense of awareness, eyes snapping open just in time to see the demon disappearing into the bathroom. He couldn't help the slight wince that crossed his face; the other man looked like shit.

But he still looked at least a little better than he had earlier. With a small groan of his own the ex-nightmare stretched and stood, going to the kitchenette to grab an already half empty case of beer to bring back out to the couch. He knew from his own past experiences that Crowley would probably be needing it.