Better question- are you gonna die? 'Cause I'm not packed for a trip into perdition to drag you back. And Castiel's not here to do it for me and do we really wanna work through all that red tape?

[He kneels down beside her and with the iron will of a man not afraid of anything and not easily disgusted wipes at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.]

Lemons and absinthe, huh?