Why ?" "I want some." Perry started to scramble out of the tender.

"I got poisoned." "Snake ?" asked Cas hopefully and eagerly.
"Poison-ivy." "Oh!" The other's voice held keen disappointment.

"Well, what do you want alcohol for ?" "It's good for it," explained Perry, reaching the cockpit.

"See if you've got any, will you, Cas ?" "Y-yes but, honestly, Perry, I wouldn't try it if I were you." "Why not!" "Why--why, if you go and drink a lot of alcohol--Besides, I'm all alone here, and if you got--got troublesome--" "Drink it, you silly goat! Who's going to drink it?
I'm going to rub it on the places!" "Oh, I see! That's different.

I'll have a look, Perry." Cas was visibly relieved as he scrambled down to the cabin.