Is that so? Mmmm. There's not much all there for his wings, I'm afraid. I think you'll find my brother wanting. [The righteous indignation that hits him can't truly be for his little, pain-in-the-ass, always-a-problem, mistake-ridden brother, but there it is, slamming unwelcome through Lucifer. More defense for Castiel than himself, and maybe that's just the surety of having Thorne and its warding, for as much as it cages Lucifer in, it keeps Dean out.

None of this shows on his face. Sure as Hell doesn't cross his thoughts as he sifts everything out across his mind so that the emotions can't spike again even if he feels it. He's sidled into lazy, doesn't-fucking-care cat and he's not letting that go to save his life, staring up unblinking at Dean.] I think I see it now, what my Father meant about the Mark of Cain making someone just 'more' of what they already were. This over-the-top, balls-to-the-wall cocksure attitude is really something. To think you could muck with Cain's legacy. Grace, prowess, finesse. All folded up and besmirched. What did he say to you, I wonder, when he gave you the Mark?