Castiel couldn't look at Ruby any more. If he turned his gaze on her, he feared he would snap. Nor could he bring himself to look at Claire and see the betrayed look in her eyes. He'd let them down, he'd let all of them down. He'd allowed his personal feelings to get in the way of his mission and the consequences were far worse than he'd ever feared.
He would never hurt Sam, not in any permanent way. Not that he could spare the moment to reassure Claire of that. All he could do was stare at Sam, his face still eerily calm.
"Don't test you?" He echoed, his voice quiet. The rumbling grew as the earth itself shook under his rage. "Do you really think you're in the position to give out orders? It doesn't matter how much poison you fill yourself with, you are still a fragile, mortal child, one who could never hope to defeat me. I could put you in a coma for the next decade without even scratching you. Now, you have a choice, go with your father willingly, or I will make you."