You're dead, too.

[ Insensitive, maybe, but Castiel's never been the picture of sensitivity. Her death had been a sad one in a sad time, but it doesn't make him feel guilt the way Anna and Balthazar's deaths do. ]

He's not normally a toddler. It's the thing that made me an incubus. If he shoots you with an arrow, call--[ Who? The only angels are Meg and Lucifer. ] call me and we'll figure something out.