"Geez, would you stop with the paranoia already?" Raph said, rolling his eyes and sitting down on one of the nearby chair, prodding at the shrapnel, trying to figure out how to get it out. "And that's coming from me."

Seriously, dude.

He looked at Sam, and gestured at Dean with his good arm. "Here I was trying to save him before the fearlings showed up and he was shooting at me! And who in their right mind carries around grenades?"