"I'm not your personal sex toy," he says archly, but there's no hostility in it now. He's thinking it over, still thoughtfully rubbing the end of the sword in his hand.

Bad idea to let this become a habit, after all. On the other hand, he can't think of a single better way to horrify and anger all his siblings at once. Castiel included.

Turning to the side, he thrusts the angel blade into the wall next to him and holds out his hands. "All right. Put yours down, too. We're both going to leave marks. Wouldn't want any accidents to happen, would we?"

It's a darker promise than the last time they found themselves like this.