Castiel's mental stability was being tested. He could feel himself unravelling at the seams. His mind was telling him to be patient, to try to understand what was happening before reacting, but his heart was clenching within the confines of his chest. He could feel his emotions rising to the surface; all of his fury, despondency, and distress that he had buried for hundreds of years were finally quaking like an avalanche just waiting to happen. He was trembling as he looked Mira in the eyes. He remembered exactly how his sister had looked at him all those years ago and despite the hatred that flared up in her azure gaze; he could see the little girl that used to confide in himā¦the little girl that made him good. He saw itāall of it. All of the late night talks, the brotherly words of wisdom, and the moments when theyād just be content with being in one anotherās presence without speaking wordsāit all crashed into his mind as Angelo surged through the door, alerting him to stop before he did something drastic.
Castielās jaw tightened as he tried in vain to control his emotions. It was all just hitting him at once. He had to shut his eyes to bring those sentiments to rest. He had to bury it. He had to be strong for his family. He had to avoid feeling a thing. Feelings were dangerousā¦they could ruin you. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he slowly loosened his hold around Miraās neck. He opened his eyes; his expression morphing into his mask of eternal indifference. He didnāt manage to rid himself of the emotions, but he was now numb.
He pushed his face away from hers as he held her down and looked at the trinket around her neck. He remembered the day they gave their sister the necklace and how pleased she looked. Being the only girl in the castle, the brothers cherished her. She had been Castielās little princess.
āWell then,ā he said, tensely. āExplain. Prove to me that you are who you say you are.ā Underneath the terseness of his voice, his tone was pleading. He needed her to be Mira. His Mirabelle. He needed this more than heās needed anythingāeven blood.