[Castiel slowly turned his head towards his brother, silently glad that his brother had finished what he had so ... impulsively started. He breathed out, trying to pool his Grace together again to heal his own vessel, face still on the ground.]
I was thinking ... I could not let that assbutt win. Not ...not after he killed my Jo.
[He closed his eyes.] I admit, there was not much thought, after that. Perhaps I can master spontaneity after all.