[When Richie relaxes, so does Castiel, that hot wrath leaving him all at once. He's not angry by nature, really, and watching the other man basically fold under him seems to solve the problem quite well. He glances down at the bloody holes in his chest with some irritation, but it's weak at best. Instead there's something empathic there - accepting, sympathetic. He glances over his shoulder to Jim, making sure he's okay, but his attention is obviously focused on Richie.]

No one can get out of anyone's head, now. These things must be tolerated. You must be patient. You can't immediately react with violence.