“So you’re telling me that you manipulated those people by telling them you were an angel to get them to listen to you. That’s- how can you stand there and smile while telling me this? Don’t you feel anything about what you’ve done?” It seemed incomprehensible to Castiel. The incredulous expression he now wore didn’t leave as he took several steps backwards from Damion. It was the first action made to retreat he had taken in the encounter. He had been playing this on the edge so far, but there was only so long bluffing could work before the other party realized. As an angel Damion would find out about the borrowed grace fading sooner rather than later. If he wanted any chance at success in this instance than Castiel knew he needed to gain that victory quickly, yet stay out of actual combat. Tricky and near impossible. He resisted the urge to back away further. “You’re going to stop killing them.” It was a command.
“I don’t tell them outright…” His brows twisted in confusion before he shook his head. “Feel anything? For them? No… Not in the least bit.”
Damion almost laughed at the command Castiel made. “What if I don’t? You just can’t tell someone to stop something they have been doing for hundreds of years…” A chuckle left his lips as his wings folded against his back. “It’s near impossible…”
He paced slowly back and forth before stopping and peering over at Castiel. “If I were to tell you to stop caring for those humans, you couldn’t, would you?” Damion tilted his head with a half smile. “Of course you wouldn’t”