Lyra and Pan both tightened at his words. "The Lord, like God?" Lyra said, keeping her voice calm. "Is his angel the Metatron?"
She knew Sam had told her about fighting demons, not daemons, but to hear the angel say it like he did, with talking about the Lord, made Lyra panic. Years of practice enabled her to keep her appearance calm, only moving her hand up to her shoulder, to protect Pan if need be. Pan was sitting on her shoulders, staring intently at Castiel, his demeanour likewise revealing nothing of the anxiety he was feeling. Lyra was a skilled liar, and the only reason she was so skilled was because Pan was skilled at keeping himself contained as well.
"Are your demons attached to humans like Pan'n'I are attached? 'En if they are, how do you dispose of them?" In her world, they'd disposed of daemons by cutting them, and while Castiel didn't look to have anything like the knife on him, Lyra knew he could. Xaphania had trusted him, but even angels could be deceived. Still, she knew Sam meant her no harm, but she wanted more clarification from Castiel. She wasn't sure if Pan could harm him - and she really really didn't want to fight him, but Lord and disposing of demons, and her being against the Authority ... it was all so confusing, all of a sudden; none of the lines in this stupid world lined up the way they were supposed to, Dame Susan had gone, Hazel had gone, Matty had gone, Xaphania had gone, and Will wasn't here.
She tried to think of her conversations with Sam, she knew they'd discussed their two worlds and how they differed, and she knew-
"Their demons are allowed in their land of the dead," Pan said to Lyra, though he looked at Castiel as he said it. "So I'm not like a demon of his reality."