His eyes were narrowed in distrust, his face turned at an angel as if expecting a blow. Another had come. Would they keep coming until they had overpowered him?
He raised his hand. So let them come. He would keep sending them into the walls until there was nothing left of them. The anger was good. It helped. It distracted him from the pain.
His open hand was aimed at the second angel's chest. He stared at her, blinked. Look at me He paused.
Cas Not his name, but something like it. It made him flinch.
Cas Those who would come to take him to That Place would not call him that way, surely. He blinked again, his head turning to face her. "Anna?" he said, his voice broken. "They sent you?" But why Anna? They would not send...
But his thought were interrupted as something else happened, a feeling flowed over him. The other angel was doing something. Castiel flinched, withdrew into himself but the feeling continued to flow from his brother. "You cannot trick me," said Castiel, though there was no heat in his words now as he looked at Aziraphale without recognition. The feeling grew stronger and yet Castiel pulled away, mistrust all over his face. He withdrew from the feeling he craved most on all existence and spat on it with his words. "Don't lie to me. It's not mine. It's not mine!"
Then a thought occurred to him. His voice was small as he asked, "Is this my punishment? To remind me of what I have lost? You will not break me."
He looked back to Anna, confused. Anna would not be a part of this, surely. Not Anna. Castiel's eyes flicked back and forth like those of a hunted animal, his mind swirling in paranoia and indecision waiting for them to start making sense or leave.