Jack blinked at the name and the rest of the information. Her fingers stopped tugging and pulling on the vines, and she just sat there. He was either a little off, or he was telling the truth. Either way, Jack wasn't overly happy about it; angels spelled trouble - they always did.
"Castiel. How does an angel - I'm guessing angel here - go from being Castiel to Cas? With broken bones and drug addiction? I'm guessing those are yours, too, seeing as we're talking about personal fuck ups." She didn't mind if she was wrong; she didn't think she was, but she'd just apologize if it were the case. "You fall or something? I didn't even know you were real; sure, books are full of angels, but then they're also full of dragons, phoenix, and unicorns. How many of those are real too, right?"
She stopped staring and looked back at the sling she'd been working on. She got back to it. Her lips pursed at the uncertain Purgatory answer; pursing turned to smirk with that same uncertainty. Angels didn't have all the answers either.
"She's...she's someone important. Kai. She's different. Hell, most of us are, aren't we?" She looked up at him. "None of us are all that normal, not even us mere mortals. And a guy, looks like he's a bit of a bruiser or could be, just as easily as he can smile at you. Need to find him, too. He could be in danger." Especially if Kai was near him.