Castiel clenched his teeth against the pain, not wanting to show just how much it hurt in front of Matteo. He stared at Raphael, trying to make sense of what was happening. "You are not that kind of brother. You never were."

At least he was speaking. Enochian, but still. Speaking. "Stay back, Matty." He was worried he'd get hurt as well. "I won't do anything against your will."

Frankly, he doubted he could. "Samuel is worried for you. Speak to him." Maybe that appeal could help, before his wrist snapped entirely.

"Hey, Raphael!" Sam's voice was louder now, but still gentle. Trying to talk him down. "Let go of Cas, yeah? He doesn't mean any harm. He is safe."