The ex-nightmare couldn't help stiffening just slightly at the close contact, though he said nothing. He sat there, one hand still on Crowley's shoulder to reassure him as he started to inspect him for injuries.

"Sometimes you have to say fuck the job." One of the wings looked like it had been nearly mangled. And his leg was sitting in an odd position. "It's pointless if you're just going to get your ass kicked."
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