"I know," Adam agreed, nodding his head once. "I don't know if you do."

There were things worse than death, but in Adam's mind those things were about humanity, about sacrifice, about love. No matter how much Castiel acted like a humanitarian, did he know about those? Was he capable of understanding them? Did he know what it was like to lose the person who'd been your side your whole life and have to look the people who'd had a passing hand in her death in the face? That was hard. That was worse than the sensation of your body on the brink of death. It was harder than cornering someone in a library and forcing a belated physical on them because Dean Winchester asked you to.

Adam held his lips together, passing air from one cheek to the other in a considering way. He could just as easily get angry as he could stand back and let an angel molest him all over again, but he doubted Castiel would understand that, either.

"Do I even have a choice? You wouldn't risk getting on Michael's bad side without getting the job done."