"He is an angel. Powerful, yes, but he has his limits," Castiel said, taking the bottle back for another drink, to hide the waver in his voice more than anything at that moment. His hands felt shaky.

"Do not worry about the hows, there is nothing we can do from here," he finally said, when he knew he could keep his tone level. "It is not your burden to carry, and that is a good thing."