[Cas doesn't rise from his seat, bowing his head slightly as if in prayer.]

So limited. Your vision, your knowledge...you're so very limited.

I was patient with you before, gentle. There was so little you understood, but I indulged you. Protected you. I admired your soul, little ant; it was just one soul but it was bright. Perhaps even beautiful, to how I was before.

Now it's just one of the multitude. I wish you wouldn't fight me, Dean. I love you as I love all of my children, but when children disobey, a father cannot afford to spare the rod.