[Castiel's expression darkens and he reaches out to fist a hand in Dean's shirt. They appear in a dark room; a mimicry of the warehouse where Dean tortured Alastair with no doors, no windows, no vents. The marred devil's trap is still on the floor, Uriel's wings still burnt into the concrete. The rack where Alastair hung still sports chains and blood and the room smells like copper and salt and burning flesh.]
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You will be made to understand.