"Why don't you ask him?" Crowley shrugs. It's not his job to justify any of this to Castiel. The fact of the matter is that he's sick of defending himself. They're always backing him into corners and there's only so much energy he can devote to pushing them off. Castiel was the most stubborn of them all, too. He could piss off.

"I'm done playing the exposition fairy for you. You want something from me, ask nicely. Otherwise, get out."

He starts to walk away, back into the center of the bar scene where Dean is playing foosball and people are cheering for the both of them.