"They all deserve to die," Cas snarled. The angel was in an unusually bad mood.
"Jeez, Cas. Don't you think that's a bit much?"
"It is what the demon barber said. I considered smiting him, but you seem fond of him."
"I do not have a fondness for Sweeny Todd." Dean looked away. He would never admit it, but he had secretly developed a liking for the musical ever since Cas had sung it one afternoon.
"Have a little priest…" Cas sang, dancing away.
Dean hid his smile.