I'm afraid we've never met in the happy little sitcom that is our universe, but I have met you here. Once, twice. Maybe three times, but I tend to forget the forgettable.

[He's just testing the waters, purposefully prodding the fire. It's a dumb thing to do in his current state, as Balthazar could almost certainly put him in his place, but hey, what's the harm? Surely Balthazar can take a joke.

And if not, well, that's what Castiel is for.]

I believe he's been in there for about two hours. I may need to send in FEMA for reconstruction -- or hire a good defense attorney if he really has destroyed my sink.

[Crowley laughing at him probably had something to do with that, but in his defense, it was funny.]