The wind was pulling through the trees and shaking the windows. It was late night and most of the people at the camp had headed off earlier that day to get some more supplies. They weren't back yet and Abaddon was stuck in one of the small cabins with the now high former angel. Even if she had been what they called cure a while back they still didn't trust her. Of course she could guess why. Lucifer was moving around somewhere and nothing said she wouldn't head off to join his side again. It was just much more simple to keep her locked up with a freaking hippie.
She leaned back on the hard chair, tying her hair up in a knot. "How come you aren't allowed to go with them?" She suddenly broke the silence, trying to trigger Castiel into some kind of revlot. She was human now, but that didn't meant she still had a wird kind of interest in chaos. IT was possible the former angel was the most laid back and uncaring personality there but it didn't mean he couldn't get triggered to the opposite.