Bobby Singer: I asked for a computer.
Sam Winchester: It is a computer.
Bobby Singer: A computer has buttons.
Dean Winchester: Great. Without your power you’re basically just a baby in a trench coat.
(Cas huffs and looks away from Dean angrily)
Sam Winchester: I think you hurt his feelings.
Cas: I’m fairly unpracticed with firearms.
Dean: You know who whines? Babies.
Castiel: You don’t know that. They may find more wayward orphans along the way.
Bobby Singer: Oh, don’t get cute.
Castiel: Right. Pardon me for highlighting their crippling and dangerous empathetic response with “sarcasm”.