Castiel no long believed that he was favored. He believed he was being punished, but that was his own cross to bear.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it isn't, but it doesn't matter. We can't undo anything." They could try to move forward, though. Castiel wanted that desperately. Neither of them could forgive or forget, but if they could just move on, maybe they could find a middle ground. Maybe that was what their Father had wanted all along.

"For now, we're here, anyway." He paused, trying to find the right words that wouldn't be a surrender. "It's peaceful here, in its way."