[ Something in those words snap hard and fast, and Castiel's staring pointblank at him, fingers twitching an inch before curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]

Are we having this conversation again? [ How many times will they have to suffer through it? ] I have given you everything. Your trust is the least you could give me.

[ The least. It's grit, teeth clenched but voice still relatively even as he speaks, and yet, with the mention of Sam's name, it causes him to pause. To hesitate, to stumble. He'd seen Sam not long ago, and things had been... okay. Yet, that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Whatever secrets the Winchesters keep only continues to prove that statement true.

Some sinking feeling settles in the pit of his stomach, and he hates that he has to ask. ]

What has he done now?