Castiel watched his assignment pace around the barn painted with demon traps and exorcism sigils. He watched them put their hand over the print he made when he lifted them from Hell.

It was only fair he came down. He'd been trying to contact them with his true voice — his true form, his true visage. It had only made their eardrums almost burst from the frequency.

He appeared in the barn out of righteous spite.

"I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."