Keep your bullet, I can make more.

[It's quiet -- and with another snap of his fingers, Nora, the smaller female, vanishes. Only Abaddon remains -- mostly because Castiel never taught him how to kill on command and Crowley was forbidden from doing so. But John doesn't need to know that.]

And I'd much rather watch you squirm than kill you outright. That isn't true punishment for your astounding arrogance and lack of sympathy.