"No, technically I'm supposed to be," Cas replied bluntly. "Yet I don't feel as though any of that information is true."
He didn't actually know what she meant by that, but he dispensed information as it came into the conversation. He didn't see why it would be classifiable and since no one knew what became of angels, fallen or otherwise, when they died, he had no reason to believe they were all simply damned.
Pausing as he grabbed one last scrap of wood, he frowned. "I...don't know why you seek to embrace me, but you may," he said, utterly confused. "As for the method of cooking the meat, we'll have to make due until we can devise a more efficient technique. I learned to start fires fairly early into my tenure as a hunter. Sometimes...they're the best level of defense."