Experience or not, it's not like angels to rely on a human for anything unless they're using them; Castiel is something of a rare breed when it comes to his faith in human beings, just how much he believes in them, and it's far easier for him to believe that an angel could be manipulating John for its own gain than to think it might be anything at all like himself.
John seems to be making it abundantly clear, however, that it isn't Castiel's problem, and he's exasperated enough with it to let the matter drop. He can't force a name, doesn't want to, so that's that then, isn't it? When John asks about Heaven, though, Castiel rolls his eyes so hard it's a wonder they don't fly out of his skull.
"You won't give me the name of one angel, but you expect me to give you the insider on what's happening in Heaven? Information is a two-way street, John Constantine, and some kinds of knowledge are more valuable than others."
A shame for him that Castiel isn't quite so doe-eyed as he might look; he's given John plenty to chew on, as far as he's concerned, and while Castiel's patience is plentiful and his willingness to help is great, he's not really getting much back, here, feels like he's had to pull teeth to get what he's gotten. And that's fine. To be honest, he's used to it, Dean can be just as frustratingly tight-lipped - but when you pretend to throw the ball enough times, eventually the dog learns that you're not actually going to throw it, and becomes disinterested. Sighing softly through his nose, Castiel fixes his gaze on a point in the distance, unfocused and distant.
"But you should be careful."
ahh sorry, holidays turned out ot be way busier than I thought!
That's... fair, unfortunately. But he's still not going to spill Manny's secret without talking to him first. He he sorta owes the feathery bastard at least that little smidge of courtesy.
But the worst part is, Castiel is more right than even John knows, for all of his cynicism. He thinks he understands the ways in which Manny is using him - thinks he's using Manny right back - but the glimmer of hope that he might be able to save his own soul from damnation has managed to blind even him. He wants it so bad that he drags himself out of bed in the morning, something he's almost sure he'd have given up on by now, if Manny had never appeared and dangled the impossible in front of him like a carrot on a stick.
But John's too arrogant to see that he's being used for far beyond the things that he thinks, and Manny is wilier than he'd like to admit. So, it turns out, is Castiel.
He sighs as well, a huff of breath between his teeth, and gestures up towards the car's ceiling with one hand, conceding as much as he's ever able. "Alright, then ask me about anything else." No more dodging answers just for the sake of it. Probably. Loyalty to an ally is one thing, but he has been a right arse all night, he can admit to that.
At the very least, John Constantine seems to know when to let it rest. Angels, apparently - or any questions surrounding this specific angel that he's associating with - are off limits. That's a sore price to pay, considering heaven and angels are the things that Castiel is, unsurprisingly, most curious about, but free will.. it sure is a bitch. He can force the answers out of John all he likes, but he doesn't want to, it would chafe his core values too deeply, but here John is all but agreeing to answer anything else, and beggars can't be choosers.
Castiel sighs, in that long suffering sort of way, squinting out at the road ahead.
"You still haven't told me why you're doing it. Why you're hunting demons."
Hunters are easy enough to figure out - they hunt because they know there are creepy, crawling things out there that go bump in the night and eat children for breakfast, or they do it out of revenge, because a werewolf mauled their husband, or a vampire turned their daughter, or a demon burned their home and family to a crisp. Most don't tangle with demons, however. The Winchesters are a bit of an anomaly, special in more ways than Castiel can rightly describe, and even still, they don't consider themselves 'specialists'. They don't hunt demons in particular, they hunt everything. That John chooses this singular, far more dangerous prey is.. interesting, and telling.
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John seems to be making it abundantly clear, however, that it isn't Castiel's problem, and he's exasperated enough with it to let the matter drop. He can't force a name, doesn't want to, so that's that then, isn't it? When John asks about Heaven, though, Castiel rolls his eyes so hard it's a wonder they don't fly out of his skull.
"You won't give me the name of one angel, but you expect me to give you the insider on what's happening in Heaven? Information is a two-way street, John Constantine, and some kinds of knowledge are more valuable than others."
A shame for him that Castiel isn't quite so doe-eyed as he might look; he's given John plenty to chew on, as far as he's concerned, and while Castiel's patience is plentiful and his willingness to help is great, he's not really getting much back, here, feels like he's had to pull teeth to get what he's gotten. And that's fine. To be honest, he's used to it, Dean can be just as frustratingly tight-lipped - but when you pretend to throw the ball enough times, eventually the dog learns that you're not actually going to throw it, and becomes disinterested. Sighing softly through his nose, Castiel fixes his gaze on a point in the distance, unfocused and distant.
"But you should be careful."
ahh sorry, holidays turned out ot be way busier than I thought!
But the worst part is, Castiel is more right than even John knows, for all of his cynicism. He thinks he understands the ways in which Manny is using him - thinks he's using Manny right back - but the glimmer of hope that he might be able to save his own soul from damnation has managed to blind even him. He wants it so bad that he drags himself out of bed in the morning, something he's almost sure he'd have given up on by now, if Manny had never appeared and dangled the impossible in front of him like a carrot on a stick.
But John's too arrogant to see that he's being used for far beyond the things that he thinks, and Manny is wilier than he'd like to admit. So, it turns out, is Castiel.
He sighs as well, a huff of breath between his teeth, and gestures up towards the car's ceiling with one hand, conceding as much as he's ever able. "Alright, then ask me about anything else." No more dodging answers just for the sake of it. Probably. Loyalty to an ally is one thing, but he has been a right arse all night, he can admit to that.
you live! no problemo though, i was busy myself.
Castiel sighs, in that long suffering sort of way, squinting out at the road ahead.
"You still haven't told me why you're doing it. Why you're hunting demons."
Hunters are easy enough to figure out - they hunt because they know there are creepy, crawling things out there that go bump in the night and eat children for breakfast, or they do it out of revenge, because a werewolf mauled their husband, or a vampire turned their daughter, or a demon burned their home and family to a crisp. Most don't tangle with demons, however. The Winchesters are a bit of an anomaly, special in more ways than Castiel can rightly describe, and even still, they don't consider themselves 'specialists'. They don't hunt demons in particular, they hunt everything. That John chooses this singular, far more dangerous prey is.. interesting, and telling.