Castiel resisted the urge to growl with frustration. Maybe he was being selfish, but he wanted both his Ruby to return to him and to save Margareta. Alright, he was being selfish, but he didn't often get to.
"I can heal you, you know that," he repeated to her, before calling on an overused and vague cliche. "And besides, God works in mysterious ways you know. Maybe you were meant to be healed, to live a full life."
In so many ways she was different to his Ruby, but he had to admit, the stubborn streak remained. In full, annoying force.
He met her glance before looking back at Sam, oddly curious for that answer himself. Sam did seem so very tired lately and Castiel shared the concern.