I defied him. I rebelled. I was written into the story, but I never played the part he needed me to.

( Not him. He may have played into the hands of Metatron. But, that was the last time he got played. He stabbed Billie to keep either Winchester from dying. He stopped Belphagor. He lost Rowena because of that decision. And Dean for a good while.

Castiel is no stranger to consequences. )

The angels aren't my family anymore. I know that. Jack is my family. Sam is my family. Dean. He's family.

( The smile that forms, that doesn't usually accompany a familial declaration. And, suddenly, he'd like to be back at that table. )

I went on. Uh, I think the door's open now. This -- seven minutes goes fast in here.