[Castiel is really not entitled to nightmares about confined spaces, in Michael's own highly esteemed opinion. If only he could've reached through the Cage and dragged him in with them.

Actually, that probably would've only made it worse—more crowded.]

No, I don't expect you are. [He's made the mistake of thinking Castiel might seek forgiveness once before already.] Know that it would involve a few hours in Naomi's company.

[But Naomi isn't here, and the corrections hadn't taken the last dozen or so times they'd made them, so it's a moot point.

Michael continues observing, from his angle seeing no change in Castiel since he last saw him. He still looks like a ratty little angel from where he's seated, but he's never paid enough attention to this particular little brother to know if he'd look like anything special to him even if he did have all of his grace. This is the Horizon anyway, which is only an approximation of things as they are in the real world.]

I didn't care to press the topic in front of Lucifer, but what exactly did Metatron convince you to do?