"Play?" John repeated incredulously, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. "You think that's what this is?" He seized the front of Raphael's robe and spun around to slam him up against a nearby wall. "That what you were doing when you almost killed Crowley, you--oh no you don't!" He punched him again, properly from the shoulder this time. "He looks like something the cat refused to drag in, you're not getting off that easy."

Incensed at the archangel's dismissive attitude, he shook him violently. "Do you have any idea what you almost did? What Lucifer would do to him if he got his hands on him now??"