( He's scared. That's how he suddenly feels as a shudder moves through him, as the weight of what Cas imparts lands. )

You - keep saying that. In every reality. It's like the definition of insanity, right? Waiting for a different result? You can't have me the way you most want me. You, yourself, decided this. You didn't ask me. You just told me. And yeah, Cas, you got sucked into a fate worse than death. Lucifer himself is paling around in the Empty.

( That's right, Cas gets to spend eternity with Meg-goop. )

How do you want me. If it wasn't your sole, stubborn decision. Why tell me if you made up your mind.