Just like Dean, Jason had no Faith. There were so many parallels between the two young men that it made Castiel feel quite responsible for Jason, too. As if this were a younger Dean Winchester. One he hadn't managed to get to. Where had Jason Todd's angel been? The newly minted archangel wanted to have words with that winged asshole.
It made him angry.
Rightfully so, he believed.
"Just because you aren't hungry doesn't mean it's okay not to eat." That was how you knew something was really wrong-- as long as a dog ate, you could assume that it would be okay in the end. But when it stopped eating? Well. At least, that was what Sam had said. Castiel was inclined to believe him. "You don't have to eat the entire thing, Jason, but a few bites would do you good." At least it was a request-- a gentle one at that. Not a demand that he eat, or a suggestion.. but a request.
Please?
Then the question of the reaper came and the angel tilted his head thoughtfully. "There are many different universes and more different worlds. God created many planets, there are many species and many races. If you have a soul, there's somewhere for it to go. But perhaps there was a reason it didn't.. I can't be sure. But I can be sure there's a Heaven for Gotham. And I can be sure that if it were my decision, that would be where your soul went." Just from looking at it. Just from hearing Jason's words. From watching his soul as he spoke.
It wasn't bright and clean and shiny and new-- Hell, it wasn't even bright and clean and shiny. It was, however, still good (well, by Cas's definition, anyway).
He wouldn't force Jason to linger on it, though. He instead turned his attention to the happy dogs, eating bits of cheese and bacon from the young human's fingers. "Deanna seems to have taken a liking to you."