Castiel glanced at the tattoo and nodded. They were...fitting, he supposed. He didn't wish to judge, given that he knew very little about tattoos. Only that the one on his wrist was a precaution against being possessed. No one knew for certain if it was possible, but Dean had insisted. The idea of someone getting a tattoo for aesthetics or honoring a particular memory made sense, but was generally foreign to him.
Though the wink was...strange. He wasn't used to females doing that with him. Aside from Anna, but that was different. "You can," he agreed. "Often, bluffing is all you can do. It...can sometimes end in greater destruction than you intended. Arson is surprisingly easy."
He didn't regret burning down the buildings he had. Not when angels had been the only casualties. As much as he still loved his siblings, he knew it would always be them or him and Anna. He was not about to risk his mate's life. Not for anything.
Moving onto a third pike, he stopped at her question and nodded. "He is," he replied. "As for their intentions with him here, your guess is as good as mine. But if he's present, we'll need to be aware of his every move."
He'd promised not to kill his brother. Not unless someone was harmed in the process. Yet he knew better than to trust Lucifer. Being in that circle of holy fire before him had taught Cas that much.