Cole's eyes narrowed again and his face twisted in disgust at Sasha's continued innuendo. What the hell was wrong with Kessler? Was he really so far gone and deranged that he could actually think it was a good idea to be with someone like her? If Cole had the chance, he would've killed Kessler all over again, just because he deserved it. Because he was that sick. He deserved to be brought right back from the dead just to be beaten to a pulp once more.
The more Sasha spoke of Cas, however, had his anger growing even worse. The sight of her tongue made his stomach twist uncomfortably before he finally found his voice. "You know what, Sasha? You even think you could lay a hand on him? Be my guest. He'd rip you to shreds without even breaking a sweat." Seeing the shadow of those wings and speaking of Trish's soul in Heaven, Cole was convinced. Sasha trying to rip into an angel? Yeah. That could only end badly for Sasha. And while part of him wanted to let her go for it and give Cas the heads up that this wasn't someone who deserved mercy... Cole figured Cas would be just as unwilling to kill someone in such a state.
"If you value your life at all, then I'd suggest you leave him alone." Cole didn't even care if Sasha's twisted mind flipped his words and formed them into some demented message of caring about her well-being. He just wanted her to keep away from Cas.