Castiel couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips when Jo mentioned that she was here because they needed someone awesome. It was true; they did need someone awesome around here. Maybe it wouldn't fix things, but it was good to have people around that Castiel knew, even if they were ghosts. He didn't know Jo and Ellen as well as the Winchester brothers did, but they'd talked about them enough. Enough that Castiel was saddened to hear that they had died protecting the brothers, as Castiel often thought of. He wondered how far he would go; how far he could go for the two brothers, because saving their souls wasn't enough. Everything that Castiel had done still wasn't enough for him.
“I know you will.” He replied with a nod, trying to be strong although he felt like just collapsing again. Lucifer was stirring now that Castiel had regained some kind of consciousness, and he knew what was coming. He leaned into Jo's touch though; it was barely there but he felt it, and that calmed a great part of him, enough to let him slip his eyes shut again and slump in the binds.
“Well! Whaddaya know!” Lucifer exclaimed, practically startling Castiel out of his vessel, “She didn't go to Hell after all. Damn. I would have loved to play with her. Put her on the torture rack like I did with Dean. Alistair does some great work, brother. Some great work.”
Castiel barely raised his eyes to see his brothers staring down at him, his hands tucked in his pockets. He set his jaw and shook his head slightly, knowing what was coming next.
“Here. I'll show you some more of what I got to see.” Lucifer grinned, snapping his fingers.
He disappeared from sight, but Castiel knew what was next. Flashes; images of Dean on that rack, things he hoped the Winchester man never remembered. It was bad enough to make Castiel hold his head and let out a roar of “ENOUGH!” and he let out an anguished cry before beginning his desperate struggle with the binds again, anything to take his mind off of those horrid images. Not his Dean. Not the man he raised from perdition. He couldn't bare it.