.:Castiël, Rayne and the Winchesters:.
Castiël sighed. "I think I've heard of her...," he mumbled, then widened his eyes when he remembered. "Demon. She's rebelling against Hell and helping Sam and Dean," he finally responded, rubbing his forehead. "What brought her here after two years, though..?" he asked himself aloud. Rayne finally finished her explenation after a few arguements with Dean, while Sam kept quiet and just listened. "Come on, Dean! I know it didn't work out well, but you gotta trust me now!" she pleaded, still sitting on his lap, a begging yet seductive smile on her lips as she pulled on his shirt. Dean sighed, he was known to have a weakness of such things. "Alright... But deal's a deal. You break it, that knife goes straight through your heart. Got it?" he frowned. Rayne arched a brow and nodded. "Sure, boss, whatever you say," she mumbled sarcastically, yet she accepted it and got up, hearing her blades' tips click against each other as she walked towards the window. Sam sighed. "Well... Now that we got it settled, I'll go take a shower," he mumbled and got in the bathroom, locking the door after closing it. Rayne rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll be back in a few," she said and vanished into thin air, without even making a sound like angels did.