"Like the old days?" Anna asks, and then shakes her head. "No."

He can't just replace the angelic high command with his rogue older sister.

"It doesn't work that way.

"I'm sorry, Castiel.

"But it's time to think for yourself.

"To trust yourself, your instincts, your emotions."

And maybe that is, technically speaking, telling him what to do.

Bit paradoxical, but what isn't, for the two of them?

And when it comes to specifics, well . . . it's not her place -- it's not anyone's place, to tell him.