Castiel leads the way clumsily down the steps and along the path.

"No demons. You know they aren't my type."

His ankle is starting to twinge again. Castiel fishes a couple of pills out of his pocket (without seeing to give much of a care for what they are) and dry swallows them before going on.

"If you insist on shooting something, though, that bedside lamp has been looking shifty for a while now."