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CASTIEL: I don’t understand — the witch’s curse must have hit me before you banished her.
DEAN: Ya think?
SAM: So. Uh. What do we do now? I mean. Do we find her? Killing her should reverse the spell, right?
DEAN: Woah woah woah now. Let’s hold up here. What’s the rush? Is this really a problem?

[CASTIEL glares pointedly at DEAN]

DEAN: That worked before. Now it’s not so much ‘Heaven’s wrath upon ye’ as ‘bite my garters off, bad boy’.
SAM: Dean! Dean, it’s still Cas.
DEAN: And Cas has a rack.
CASTIEL: Please stop staring at my breasts.
DEAN: You’ve spent the last three years ogling me, man. It’s time to return the favour.