John tilted his head slightly to one side, eyeing the archangel thoughtfully. "Mate, you're an archangel. You've got power to spare. You put Crowley down for the count without Michael's help or a pistol, remember? And I'll wager you could knock me on my arse without half trying. Size isn't everything, you know." He chuckled. "Couldn't you just beat the shit out of me and call it a day?"

Come on, either put the damn thing down or shoot me already. This is getting ridiculous, he thought with an inward sigh.