#(illogically behaving demons get the demon trap treatment :()

[qapsiel]

                             WHEN CAIN SITS ON THE BENCH, Castiel visibly relaxes. Unbeknownst to Cain, he just sat down in the middle of a Devil's trap that they carved into the dark wood. There are a bunch of those hidden around the roadhouse and the backyard because even if they're not hunting anymore, you'll never know when a demon might come over for a little unwanted visit. Usually, Castiel ensures Cain steers clear of them, but not this time. No, he needs to know Cain won't just disappear all of a sudden to do something idiotic like run back to Lucifer. The trap won't hold him forever, but it could be the breather Castiel needs to call Sam and Dean for help. He just hopes he won't have to; that Cain will see reason and abandon this foolish plan.

                              Standing in front of his friend, Castiel helplessly raises his hands. "Yes, they are, Cain. So why do you return to him? Even if he won't use you as his personal assassin, what good could this bring? No, the devil needs to either return to his cage or die. I refuse to accept anything else. And what do you think he'd order you to do to us when we come for him? Cain, you need to stay away from his forked tongue. Please! I'm begging you as your friend. Stay here, and let me ask Sam and Dean for help."

IT APPEARS THAT THE MORE HE DISCLOSES TO CASTIEL, THE HIGHER MOUNTS THE LATTER'S CONFUSION. Blinking, Cain shoots his friend a pointed look in response to his question. Shouldn't he get it? That Lucifer needs to be distracted from terrorizing Sam again? Side by side, they amble toward the bench, although Cain makes an effort to pull away from Castiel's grip. " Like I said, we don't have much time ", drops his reminder flat. Attention drifting from the angel in thought. He truly feels akin to waking up from a haze. Strange. Frightening, almost.

" I entered my house and he was there. To ask him how that is possible... didn't cross my mind. " The admission sounds defeated, muttered while a frown creases his brows. " I thought he came to take retribution for my straying from the path he mapped out for me long ago. "

A contemplative pout accompanies an idle shrug. " But I was wrong. Nonetheless ", trails into a sigh, ere he sinks onto that bench. " I made abundantly clear to him that I won't kill for him again. To which he said he has other plans for me. " Cain fails to stifle the bitter chuckle crawling up his throat, his gaze finding Castiel's once more before his mien softens. " You know I'm no longer under the mark's influence. My days as Lucifer's attack dog are over. "