"We-- we are not. We are not! We're doing something aren't we? We've still got a chance. I refuse to give into those doubts. It's that sort of thing that gets you cast out." And he refused to give into it. Not when they still had a fighting chance.

He looks away from Crowley's blazing eyes and shakes his head at his language.

"No one is going anywhere. Certainly not here." He's muttering it to himself as he does what he's asked, trying not to look in the cracked bathroom mirror as he does so. He looks an absolute fright he knows, but that doesn't matter.

He focuses the next few moments on flooding everything he can with water, back and forth until his hands feel numb. He shivers at the howl.

"Well now, what, Crowley. Do you intend to drown him? Because if that's your plan I'm going to need a bit more time." He sounds a bit frantic only because he is.