[John groans a little and he doesn't really find what Crowley's saying to be out of the question, but he just can't take the taunting that might come from agreeing with the man. This really is more of what Blake pictures when he sees himself in a relationship.

Blake pushes his hands through his hair and it goes every which way in response. He may very well be losing his mind.]

We gotta— I gotta get people together, talk 'bout this, figure it out. Not gonna— Not lettin' this get into my head. Not really there. Just as real as— [He almost says ghosts. But ghosts are most certainly real in Crowley's world, just the same as angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and skinwalkers and— Well, you get the point.

Blake jabs his finger in Crowley's direction.]

This ain't real.