Crowley's sticking tight to the walls and generally avoiding most people. He doesn't have time to get caught up in their nonsense between Blake and Jo and trying to figure out what, exactly, is causing this so that he can stop it when it's all over. He still has to go out, of course, because he has things to take care of, but he's doing his best to keep to himself. Maybe everyone will just assume he's dead and leave him alone until it's over.

That's when he comes upon the Moose. It's the very same Moose who is part of the dynamic duo that he's pretty sure are supposed to take Tom out so that Crowley can do his thing.

He sighs.

"What have you done now, Gigantor?"

Once he's confirmed that Sam is still breathing, he hoists him up like a delicate princess and proceeds towards the infirmary, thankful that he's at least got demonic strength on his side.

"You're lucky that you're my favorite Winchester right now."

He uses caution as he navigates the hallway, because the killer could still be lurking around and truth be told if he pops up, Crowley is dropping Sam and running like the wind.