He moves his hand down to grip at the man's neck, fingers ready to crush before he hears his name. No, not his name, he hears Cas. That is not correct, he is Castiel Angel of the Lord and the only people who do not address him as such....

"Neil," he gasps as the room slides back into focus. He throws himself off, back hitting the cabinets as he tries to get away. "Neil, I'm..." he trails off, choking on his words as he wipes at his face.