"Uhhhhh.... I dunno. I didn't think that one through. I just sorta-" He gestures at Crowley. Totally knew the man could take care of himself, but that damn protective streak had him running in to do some stupid shit.

He rubs the back of his head and pulls a face.

"Maybe I could take it to that Inn place, have 'em cook it or somethin'." Or just, you know, drag it away from the stream and let the animals eat it. He moves to confusedly scratching his scruffy chin. Yup, just sort of murdered and didn't consider much the aftermath, just didn't wanna see Crowley get squished on instinct.