There was a brief darkening of his features when she pointed out that this wasn't his fault, but he didn't say anything. He couldn't. Just how he couldn't answer Dante, or even Azazeal whenever they pointed out that this wasn't his fault. That he couldn't have known things would get this bad.
No, he knew things would get bad. He knew the leviathans had been shoved into purgatory for a reason. He knew the destruction they could cause, the way they outlived and outnumbered even angels. He knew. He KNEW. He just hadn't been able to stop it. Even with God's power he hadn't been able to stop it, but he hadn't cared. He had been cocky. He had wanted control, he had wanted power.
Now, he just wanted it to be over.
She said she needed him clearheaded, though, so he forced the thoughts back. He ignored the cat that would become a sacrifice. Castiel should probably be against this, should leave and try answers in some other ways instead of coming to a gypsy and sacrificing an animal, but he didn't. He couldn't.
Instead, he walked towards one of the windows and looked outside. Cold blue eyes took in what seemed to be a calm day, but he knew better. Destiny must, too. Somewhere out there Dick Roman was destroying something, or someone. Things weren't calm. It was as palpable as the high levels of energy he was emitting just with his presence alone.
"Thank you for coming," he finally spoke, barely glancing over his shoulder before turning back outside. She wanted him calm? Surprisingly enough, him looking outside was doing so. It didn't erase the hard edge his voice had, but he hardly noticed that anymore. "You must do all you can to ward off any potential enemy from this place. Roman has a very powerful witch on his side."
That probably didn't count as a way to clear her head, but he had to warn her. He couldn't deal with more blood or destructions on his tally at this point.