He took a deep breath. He wasn't super fond of angels, but that didn't show on his face. He was pretty good at neutrality, or at anything, really. There were plenty of times he couldn't control his emotions, but this wasn't going to be one of them.
"Angels are self-proclaimed 'warriors for god,' he said, remembering what Castiel had said not long after they'd met him. You think of them as this amazing thing, right, this force for good in the world. But they're...actually, they're not that different from demons. They've got their own agenda, and they're not super concerned with who they screw over or how many lives they ruin. Just as long as things are going according to plan."
He half-laughed, but it was due to irony, not humor. The sound itself wasn't a humorous sound.
"I haven't met that many angels, but the ones I have met aren't generally ones I want a whole lot to do with once they leave."
He guessed that didn't say much for him not being on the side of Hell. But he liked demons even less than he liked angels. He wasn't on either side. He was on the side of human beings, just like Dean was. He wanted to save the world from both sides, and their stupid agenda didn't matter to him. He'd played into that once, without even realizing it. He'd be damned if he'd do it again.
...Yeah, okay, so he'd be damned anyway. But that was so not the point.