"He says we went to him for help, but you turned him down and Cas said yes." Dean gestured, throwing his hands in the air and pacing. It was all he could do not to start kicking the furniture. "Dumb son of a bitch. I tried to talk Lucifer into body-hopping into me instead, but I think he likes screwing with both of us too much to let Cas go, and I'm fucking sure that Cas just ran right in like a goddamn idiot because... Ugh."
Dean made it to the opposite wall and punched in frustration, the side of his fist scraping against the stone.