[The drink warmed his cold hands, reminding him he was here and now. Not back in that memory. Only to be brought right on back by Crowley's question.]

[He paused, unsure for a moment as he thought back.]

You know... I think I did. Sort of? I can't remember his name, but I knew he was my enemy. So I didn't care if he got hurt. [Or died.]

[He took a sip of his coffee, then waited a minute to swallow before adding one more thing.]

There was another teenager there, too. He saw the whole thing.