That's not helping.

Oh, he has no doubt but that it's honest and accurate. That it will get worse. But it's really not helping Castiel's mental state.

"I don't know how to do this," he says, the lines of his face going rather tight.

"If I don't know who to trust, if I don't know if they are truly communicating God's will..."

"I don't know what to do. Please, tell me what to do."

After all, she's the only disobedient angel he knows.