Every little bit of his energy went into carefully shifting himself back into a proper sitting position. Even after he had nothing to bite down on, he kept his teeth pressed together, just in case. He wouldn't be the whimpering human in this scenario--if he tried hard enough, there had to be a way to keep that moan of pain locked up tight.

A second more and he felt safe to cough a little, grimacing at the way it pulled his chest. Then he lifted his head to look at Castiel. "You were wrong, that was a blast."

On the bright side, after this trek into the middle of nowhere only to have Castiel tell him he wasn't even sure there was anything to be done about Michael, at least he hadn't evacuated his bowel or something equally human and embarrassing. At least.