[ Natasha watches him pace, watches him doubt himself and Crowley and god knows what else and after a moment she gets up and comes to a stop in front of him, reaching out to drag his hands out of his hair, her fingers wrapping around his in a warm grip as she looks up and holds his gaze with a serious expression, giving him something to focus on that isn't his own spiraling thoughts. ]

Stop that. You're only going to drive yourself mad thinking like that and it doesn't help.

Forget about what anyone's said, for the moment. All of it. Everything you've heard. Tell me about Crowley instead. You have good instincts, Blake. Not perfect, but no one's is, not even mine. You trust him. Has he ever said or done anything to you that would make you suspect that trust is misplaced?