[Dean had been ready to aim and fire if Castiel had missed the their target, but he hadn't. Lowering his gun slightly, the hunter smiled proudly at the angel.] Alright, Cas. Score one for the fluffy winged angels. [there's a hint of mocking in his tone to accompany the fake sport reference, but it's just banter. Dean is actually a lot more impressed than he's letting on.]
Okay, if it comes back, fire again. But hopefully we'll find the bones and burn 'em before then. Ready?