Though he was reluctant to care about Crowley's well-being, Sam was right. They could use each other for a while longer, at least until Lucifer was taken care of.
"All right. We'll split up, then, and find out what the hell he did to Crowley. I'll... grab Murdock. He can pick up that sulfur stink pretty easy." Scratching a hand through his hair, he picked himself up off the couch. "I'm gonna get dressed, put on some shoes. We should tell law enforcement about this in the morning."