[Castiel thinks about this at length. There's the sound of fluttering wings and Castiel is standing there with a pile of dirt holding a very dead tulip. He steps closer, allowing Sherlock to inspect the dead tulip, even touch it. Then he closes his eyes - and there's a strong, intense warmth before the tulip grows bright and alive.]
I could smite you, but that would be very unpleasant.
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I could smite you, but that would be very unpleasant.