"Ahh, the I-did-it-for-my-family defense. Lucifer likes that one, I bet. He probably even gives you time-and-a-half on your hours of torment." And just as quickly as it appeared, Stark's ire seems to have dissipated. If he's irritated now, it's only in an amused fashion. Likely this is because Winchester himself is so easy to rile.

Leaning back, he recaptures the bottle of Bushmill's whisky and takes another long drink, before setting it down and continuing to smoke. "But you're right, it's not the same. For one thing, nobody gets hurt with the spell I just did. On the other hand...mine was completely useless. Someone's put some sort of protection around your brother, or cloaking, so the spell rebounded. I could try something else, but - " Another pause, for another swig of whisky. " - wouldn't want you to get all 'Bell, Book and Candle' on my witchy ass."