"You may not want to hear it, but you need to," Castiel snapped in return, the rollarcoaster of his emotions lately so very firmly back on anger.
"What you have left is nothing Ruby. And that's all your doing. You made that decision to betray everyone, betray me. There was no one here forcing you at gunpoint, even the Colt, to do what you did, you made that choice. And now, you're going to have to live with the consequences, however long that is."
He stood up, abruptly, pacing once more as the frustration boiled over.
"You hurt Sam. Maybe destroyed him for good. And I can promise you one thing, if he dies, if he doesn't recover from this, I won't protect you when the Winchesters come for your blood. I just won't. I've failed them enough as it is."
And that was the truth. As much as he loved her, and despite it all he still did, if Sam was truly lost forever, he would not stand in Dean or John's way again.
There was silence a moment as he toyed with the ball, before calmly placing it on the table.