There were arms, or something like them. They pinned him, trapped him. He tensed every muscle he had to shake it off. He screamed at the thing beside him, tried to get away.
They had come for his soul, they had come to punish him. The reason he fell, something about the reason. A black vehicle. All he could hold in his mind and it was meaningless.
The thing next to him burned. He knew what it was. He knew why it was here. It had already stolen Castiel's purpose, his grace. Now it had come for his soul. He knew it was over if he went with this angel. His screams of fear became screams of panicked fury.
Castiel raised his hands and focused every scrap of energy he could to repel the other angel. "Leave me!" he screamed at it. "Leave me or die."