"We're fine," says Dean, because they are, whatever they'd been a half hour ago. "Castiel's eyes bleed when it happens, but they've stopped for now."

He sighs, far more uncomfortable for the concern than for Robin's pique, and nods towards the sitting space Ishiah had indicated. "If it's all right with you," he says to Robin, leading Castiel towards them.

As if a nice sitting spell will do anything to help.