The looked of unease on Castiel face didn't lift as he saw Damien, even though his pain had. And it wasn't just from Damien's nature. Something else was happening. He frowned. "What are you doing?" he said tensely. "This isn't... I don't feel sick but... what's happening?" He felt like a inky darkness bloomed inside him but, rather than to harm, it seemed the fuel for an unholy machine. Castiel shivered.
He looked closely at Damien. He seemed off too, a little unsteady maybe? Was all of this down to the bracelets? "How do... how do you feel?" Castiel asked uneasily. He stayed close to the stone arch. All the while Castiel was considering getting a job here as a masseur. Not what he needed to be thinking about...