Cas paused once again, only to work out a persistent tension in his neck. He tilted his head to the side with a wince, but then set down one sharpened pike for another. "It depends on the manner in which you fuck up," he replied bluntly. "It can equate to pins holding your body together...or a dependency on prescription pharmaceuticals."
It wasn't his desire to share so much as it was the truth. Cas wasn't proud of the fact that his forgetting he was human had gotten him severely damaged, nor was he particularly proud of the fact that he'd taken to crushing the painkillers from said accident and had proceeded to mix them into everything from his coffee to a carton of chocolate milk he'd consumed under desperate circumstances. They were simply speaking of fucking up. And that phrase finally made sense to him after years of believing it was simply sexual vulgarity on the part of humans.
Realizing she was looking at him, he met her eye for the first time, unblinking as ever. "My name," he said simply. "It's short for 'Castiel.' While it's no longer a title I use...it was the one I was designated with in Heaven. As for cursed objects, I've encountered a number of them. Some that fire could dispose of. Others that it could not...those we'd gone so far as to sink into the ocean."
Frowning at the mention of Purgatory, he shook his head. "Not even angels are certain of its existence," he replied. "But...we do wonder where we go after death. For many, it's comforting to believe we do not simply cease to exist. And no, the only female I've seen thus far is you."
He knew he could have left it at that, but his senses told him otherwise. This was clearly an important matter and if he'd asked about Anna, he would have wanted a better answer. "Who is she to you?" he asked.