"There is. Kindly put down the razor, I mean you no- ah! Harm."
"Okay, what the fuck did you just do?"
"I destroyed it. It was hardly a difficult matter. I can do the same to any instrument you care to pick up, so I wouldn't advise that you do."
"...angel, huh?"
"Yes."
"Well, where the fuck were you guys?"
"As I said, attacking me with further weapons will not help you. Please desist."
"Like fuck I will. You guys've been sitting up on your clouds playing your fucking harps for fucking years. You don't give a shit, you've never given a fucking shit."
"I-"
"Where were you?"
"I hate to-"
"Where were you when Sam died? When my Dad died, when my Mom got pinned to the ceiling by a frigging demon, huh? What, was your harp practice taking up too much time for you to fucking save them?"
"Please-"
"And what about this guy? Been carving him for weeks. Months. And the others, and you don't give a fuck. You never fucking have!"
"Dean."
"And-"
"Dean, I am sorry, but you leave me no choice. I cannot have you fighting me for this. Please forgive me, but we must leave, now."
FILL: Dean/Castiel, conversation in Hell (Team Dean/Victor)
"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."
"Get outta here. There's no such thing."
"There is. Kindly put down the razor, I mean you no- ah! Harm."
"Okay, what the fuck did you just do?"
"I destroyed it. It was hardly a difficult matter. I can do the same to any instrument you care to pick up, so I wouldn't advise that you do."
"...angel, huh?"
"Yes."
"Well, where the fuck were you guys?"
"As I said, attacking me with further weapons will not help you. Please desist."
"Like fuck I will. You guys've been sitting up on your clouds playing your fucking harps for fucking years. You don't give a shit, you've never given a fucking shit."
"I-"
"Where were you?"
"I hate to-"
"Where were you when Sam died? When my Dad died, when my Mom got pinned to the ceiling by a frigging demon, huh? What, was your harp practice taking up too much time for you to fucking save them?"
"Please-"
"And what about this guy? Been carving him for weeks. Months. And the others, and you don't give a fuck. You never fucking have!"
"Dean."
"And-"
"Dean, I am sorry, but you leave me no choice. I cannot have you fighting me for this. Please forgive me, but we must leave, now."
"You-"
"I will see you again, Dean. For now, forget."