"Wha… what happened?" Castiel asked as he woke, confused and looking up into a semi-familiar face.
"Spell. You fainted… right into me arms, luv. Ya know, if you wanted me attention you didn't have to go to such extremes. Winchester's always tellin' me how easy I am." Constantine winked at the prone angel.
"So not the time," Dean snapped from his position under the smashed window.
"Nah. Myrddin's a piece of piss, mate" Constantine smirked.
"I believe I have to agree with Dean," Cas said sitting up carefully. "But we shall continue this conversation later."
Dean almost missed his shot.
