[ It wouldn't have to be if he cooperated, if he tried. Is it because he's scared to test the theory? Or is it that he cares so little for himself that he'd allow Castiel to continue in his misery without so much as a gesture of goodwill? He doesn't know which is worse now: feeling as if some other part of yourself can't stand you or is simply medicating you to shut you up.

He takes one glance at them, staring at the label and feeling... angry. Offended. Castiel unwinds himself and reaches out as if to take them before hitting the angel's hand to knock them onto the floor. ]

Don't try that with me, Castiel. [ His tone is sharp. ] I know you better than anyone else. It's not going to work.

[ Being dismissed or ignored. He's not going to sit back and accept it any longer. ] Consider it - that's all I ask.