Currently you’re talking to Dean, in the door way of your bedroom. He’s asking if you know where Crowley is since he’s seemed to have disappeared from the bunkers dungeon. You tell Dean you’ve got no idea where he’s gone, and yet Crowley is shoved up against your wall, your hand over his mouth. He’s thoroughly enjoying this, taking your hand and placing it around his neck instead, leaning his head back against the wall and keeping silent.