"No Moose," Crowley murmured as he invaded the others personal space once more, running his hand through Sam's hair. He looked so sick and lost, this place wasn't going to make the lanky man better, it was just going to keep him from messing up anyone else's life until he slowly withered away. "I'm not going anywhere I don't think."
The dark haired demon sat up on the thin hospital cot and considered what he should do here. He briefly wondered how the task of helping out his sometime enemy had fallen to him, of all the 'heroes' who stood by the now alarmingly skinny Winchester, no one else had shown up in his hour of dire need.
"The pain?" Crowley leaned over to take the too thin face in his hand again. "Pain can make the bad dreams go away?" He was speaking mostly to himself, obviously Sam was well past the point of making much sense when he spoke. Dark eyes looked into crazed ones thoughtfully, he couldn't really beat the other, it would be cruel and even Crowley wasn't that kind of cruel.
"Alright Samantha. Why don't you stand up for me hm?" The dark haired demon King started to pull the other up from his crouched position on the floor.
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