“Then you’ve chosen wrong,” the angel said, unfazed and unflinching. There was no demon that could terrify him; he knew their kind, and the Host did not bend easily to threats. “Your doubt is misplaced.”

       Castiel took a step closer. If there was a bluff here, now was the time to call it. He didn’t have the time to be playing games, nor did he feel the need to humor someone like this. “I’ll say this once more,” he continued. “Leave now, before I lay you to waste.”

     _{“Would you really waste your precious energy against some human, Angel boy?” There was a bluff and  it had been called, but not entirely – he believed he could hold his own against one. Though, he didn’t exactly know for how long. His estimate was maybe a few minutes, but no longer than three – five at the very most. Just as long as he stayed just slightly out of the other’s reach.}

      _{“Or are you really going to attempt to ‘guide’ me in a better direction.” He was reaching now as he took a step back. More out of need than actual fear. “Like  all you… holy types try to do? Over and over again?”}