[Dean gave Castiel a stern look that was full of worry and distress rather than anger. He hated all of this, everything about Mandalus, and all he wanted to do was take Sam and Castiel and go home.]
Me and Sammy don't burn ourselves out in one shot, genius. Since when was saving the world a sprint, huh?
[Adjusting his angel in arms, Dean carried him towards the car.] Well, I am, so deal with it.