A bad card to play, family. If there's one thing John has no love for, it's the bonds of blood. Or whatever Angels have in place of that.
"No offense, squire," slight offense, honestly, "but I've got far less a reason to trust your motive than his, yeah?"
But. But. Cas is here, that's not nothing. Riding in a car with him, trying to understand him, letting bits of his Grace get thrown around to stop a demon preying on sinners, of all people. None of that is nothing. John runs his tongue along his teeth, hands jittering across the steering wheel, and he abruptly puts his foot down on the gas again. While they whip down the road, he occupies himself with thinking, calculating: what can he get out of talking, or keeping silent? Which is worth more to him in the end? Castiel doesn't look ready to take much more jerking around, but John can't know what it'll cost to keep stringing him along, and the more information he gives probably the less rope he'll have.
Manny would consider trying to barter information to be deplorably self-interested, John knows. Manny didn't tell him shit about there being trouble upstairs, though, so Manny can go suck an egg.
"Don't know how compartmentalized you lot are, but if you've heard of the Rising Darkness business, he's asked me to fight that." It's not a name, certainly, but it's a puzzle piece. A clue that he's the assisting sort... as far as John knows. "Helped me, occasionally. Put his feather little neck on the line." He glances out of the corner of his eye again to gauge Cas' reaction to that, considering John knows it to be well against the rules.
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"No offense, squire," slight offense, honestly, "but I've got far less a reason to trust your motive than his, yeah?"
But. But. Cas is here, that's not nothing. Riding in a car with him, trying to understand him, letting bits of his Grace get thrown around to stop a demon preying on sinners, of all people. None of that is nothing. John runs his tongue along his teeth, hands jittering across the steering wheel, and he abruptly puts his foot down on the gas again. While they whip down the road, he occupies himself with thinking, calculating: what can he get out of talking, or keeping silent? Which is worth more to him in the end? Castiel doesn't look ready to take much more jerking around, but John can't know what it'll cost to keep stringing him along, and the more information he gives probably the less rope he'll have.
Manny would consider trying to barter information to be deplorably self-interested, John knows. Manny didn't tell him shit about there being trouble upstairs, though, so Manny can go suck an egg.
"Don't know how compartmentalized you lot are, but if you've heard of the Rising Darkness business, he's asked me to fight that." It's not a name, certainly, but it's a puzzle piece. A clue that he's the assisting sort... as far as John knows. "Helped me, occasionally. Put his feather little neck on the line." He glances out of the corner of his eye again to gauge Cas' reaction to that, considering John knows it to be well against the rules.