Castiel's eyes stay downcast, limiting his field of vision to the pillow he's resting on. There's shame spelled in the slope of his shoulders, clear as day, and uncertainty in the slight clench of his fingers.

It's not that Sam's words upset him. On the contrary, he needs to hear them. Needs to be reminded of how to do this properly, how this works, how this is meant to be.

Castiel swallows, fingers curling inwards a little more. "I want to be punished," he murmurs, as if it needs to be stated again. It's not that he's begging for a punishment now, no. But... the feeling still hasn't quite ebbed away. "If anything, I made it worse."