He can feel Crowley's heartbeat as it slows, his breath as it calms, and tense muscles through blankets beginning to loosen. Crowley is wrapped around him, and it's so close to normal that there's really no need to pretend to himself that it is. He can feel the edge of his own exhaustion beginning to weigh him down, and he lets it.

Crowley's been gone a year. There are things that will need adjusting to. But that, too, is perfectly normal.

It'll be alright.

In the end.