"You still don't understand," Castiel said quietly, from his place at the back of the room. "I thought maybe speaking to them would make you see."
He shook his head, sadly. "How do you feel, reading their pain? Does it create any sort of reaction for you?"
There was almost an undercurrent of pleading in his voice, wanting to see some sort of hope for her, some hint that maybe there was a chance for both of them. If only he could make her understand.