[Castiel starts shaking his head even as Dean turns his head to the heavens, speaking over the end of his sentence.]
I can't. You know I can't. It hurts me to do this to you, Brother, but I have no choice.
[He takes the knife and slashes a cut across Dean's cheek. The point passes harmlessly through the flesh, leaves no gash or blood, but the pain blossoms as if the knife itself burned with hellfire.]
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I can't. You know I can't. It hurts me to do this to you, Brother, but I have no choice.
[He takes the knife and slashes a cut across Dean's cheek. The point passes harmlessly through the flesh, leaves no gash or blood, but the pain blossoms as if the knife itself burned with hellfire.]