" I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you "
With that, he had turned his back to the Winchesters and left. In honesty, he didn't have to go anywhere important but he certainly wasn't going to risk being pulled back to heaven by staying with Dean and telling him what he had to tell him. His superiors had made sure Castiel understood that he didn't serve Dean and didn't and shouldn't tell him anything unless they said it was ok. Things weren't right in heaven, something was up, it was only a matter of time until the thing unfolded and the chips would fall where they may. Whether or not any of it is planned, it'd happen and the angels would have to pick up the disarray.
He was back in the abandoned warehouse where Dean tortured Alastair because Uriel had told him those were order. But it had been one of Uriel's plans. He had sided with Lucifer, and then tried to get him to join him. The Lord had created him and Castiel wasn't going to join Lucifer's side.
Castiel released a quiet almost inaudible sigh as he crouched to touch the scorch marks that his brother's wings had left on the floor.
"You did the right thing…Uriel was so far gone there would have been no help for him" The voice was female, soft and beautiful. Castiel rose from his crouch and dusted his hands off. His back was to her but he could sense who she was. His body turned and his blue eyes took in the blond that stood before him. Sofiel, an angel somewhat higher up then him. Her smile was radiant and Cas made an attempt to mirror it. She moved closer and his brown eyes turned from empathy to concern.
"They were hard on you….I'm sorry Castiel" sorry, he had never heard of another angel speak the word and seem to mean it. Then again Sofiel was different…she had been known for seeming to have more humanity in her, but they never called her back to heaven. She experienced what Dean would call a Catch 22. Sure she could fit in better, be able to make her charges more comfortable in her presence but she felt their pain, their sadness easier and had a harder time blocking herself from it.
Castiel was weary, his blue eyes grazed across her face then dropped down to the floor. He felt her hand on his shoulder and he raised his hand to look at it. "You have a job to do, remember that Castiel, don't let the whispers on the wind scar you" With one last smile tugging on her lips she closed her eyes and she was gone and Castiel was alone.