[ Blake's head comes up and her gives her a look, something a little too impatient and frustrated. That alone should say enough about how he's feeling since it's not his general approach these days. ]

Hold on—! Just slow down with all that, okay? It's not news to me, trust me. Crowley's always been upfront 'bout that sorta thing, and even if he wouldn't've been, Dean was pretty quick to be givin' out those details.

[ His head drops down into his hands and he lets out a long breath. ]

That's not what's worryin' me, not really. It's— He's done good things here, Tash. That's what bothers me, 'cause when he goes home... It's like nothin' changed. And if Sam starts holdin' him responsible for things he hasn't—

[ Blake holds up a hand. ] Forget it, forget it. This is— it's gettin' outta hand. I'll just— I'll ask him and that'll— [ Blake stands, obviously on some kind of roll with this line of thinking. ] He won't lie, so I'll just— ...ask him.

[ He's been running in circles since talking to Sam. Mostly alone, which does him no favors. ]