[Castiel looked up at Dean, blood staining his cheeks and face, his eyes bloodshot. He gave his friend a grim sort of nod - like 'Yes, yes, I know', before he exhaled and let Dean lever him up.]
I did no less than you or Sam. I would have done more, if I could have saved her.
[He lolled a little, in Dean's arms.] You should not be lifting me ...