He wants to throw up.

He wants to throw up, and he wants to rip Cas's heart out, and he wants to scream, and he wants to run until he can't anymore --

And more than anything he wants to get Alistair's entrails in his hands and just yank --

"An expert."

His voice is tight with tension, even as he's just staring down at his own hands.

He hasn't moved away from the door.

"I'd say it's great to know Uriel thinks I'm good for something, but you and I both know there ain't nothing good here."

Absolutely nothing at all.