On another day, he would leave it there. He would let her be, or at least calm down and try to explain slowly. But last night was too much. He slept against his will, suffered a terrible nightmare, upset Melanie, and appeared pathetic and destitute to both Gabriel and Crowley. He has had enough. He has been bottling aggression with nowhere to go for days, and now he's been provided a convenient excuse. It's not very angelic of him, but for once he can't be buggered to care.

With a thought he surrounds them with a sort of metaphysical steel cage - soundproofing the apartment, reinforcing the structure so that they can't do any damage except to each other. If she wants a fight it's going to be a contained one.

He seizes her hand as it slams into his shoulder, gripping tightly to anchor her and turning sharply to flip her onto the floor. It's been a long time since he had a real physical fight like this - he's reminded of the really early days with Crowley - and there's something offhandedly satisfying about it, knowing that he still has "moves."