Abaddon’s smile grew. “Who do you think runs these demons? Lucifer? He’s too busy trying to keep alive himself.”
She put her hand towards the gun barrel, moving it away from her without even touching it. “You really think that gun’s gonna work on me?” she smirked.
Castiel took in a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back. “You know, the old king of Hell— Crowley. What, did you kill him or did he tuck his tail and run?”
But as the gun moved and he heard the question, he only shook his head. “No, I don’t. It’s just more of my own assurance of safety. But I don’t know if it works on knights of Hell, but I do know an exorcism that might work or at least give me enough time to high tail it out of here.”