[ Reckless anger rises inside him, spurred on by the silver tongue of an angel who was cast out. It colors his world narrowing his focus to the single entity in front of him until Lucifer holds the dream world hostage forcing him to heel. He stills inside his vessel, anger burning behind blue eyes aware of his tactics. It's the same one demons used, no doubt gleaned from their creator. Slipping inside the head of mortal beings, jabbing at their flaws with insidious words laced with just enough truth to make them crumble.

Castiel wasn't perfect, no angel was. He'd faltered, made mistakes, but choosing humanity over the corruption of Heaven and Hell wasn't one of them. Lucifer could throw his mistakes in his face all he wanted but the fact remained, his failings weren't the issue here. What mattered to him, why he was here, was Sam and Dean. Jack, too. He would not be swayed and lose sight of that objective. Not by lies and malice brought forth by an unscrupulous being versed in misdirection. ]

I never used him. Sam or Dean.

[ Pushing back against the storm, he holds his ground, unflinching in the face of one who was once the best of them. ]

I followed orders until they stopped making sense. You went after a child. Used your demons to do your dirty work.

[ Gritting his teeth against the onslaught of power, his wings tremble, folding under the pressure, but still, he does not stop. ]

You forced him into a corner. Made it so he had no other choice but to accept you for a chance at fighting you. You aren't a savior, you're a beast.

[ Fighting Lucifer's power is a losing battle for any seraph evidence by the loss of control he experiences when his fingers start to quiver under the onslaught. ]

That's why you could never understand, I'm not here for me. I'm here for them. I don't care what you do to me. So long as it stops you from hurting them, I'm willing to sacrifice everything.