[Alma blinks at him for a moment before smiling and turns to face the nearest mirror next to him. He stares at it, frowning as the glass shimmers and glows. There's a figure there, Blond hair pulled up nearly, a mouth stretched into a grim line, eyes that are shadowed, too dark to see.
The lips open, mouthing words that Castiel cannot hear--
--Alma smashes his fist into the glass watching as it shatters.]