It takes a while for him to actually fall asleep, despite the physical exhaustion and the weakness that came with the infection. His mind races far too fast and loud for it, as he lays there looking up at the ceiling and listening to Crowley breathe. It's been centuries since there's been such a level of quiet wherever he was, and he's never really had someone lay so close to him. Well, not before arriving here, anyway.

It's... nice.

He falls asleep eventually, wrapped in a mess of long limbs.