"There was always one brother favored beyond all the rest," Castiel smiled tightly. "It was obvious that he was my Father's favorite. And yet it was never enough for him and he rebelled." He sighed, faintly ruefully. "Lucifer always was so impulsive."
There were times he did still miss his brother and the way things used to be. But as it was, they were always to be at war, the eternal struggle between heaven and hell.
He flinched slightly, realizing he'd said more than he'd meant to. "It's not my place to name him," he said quietly. "But he is in this city and he continues the fight against evil. He will make himself known to you, if that is his wish. You are natural allies after all." Hunters and Slayers did seem to work well together in this strange blend of LA.
"You're right, it's not fair. It's never fair to be among the Chosen. Slayers, prophets, Champions, all end up suffering for what they are destined for. It's harsh and it's cruel and it's needed. It always has been. As for God's love," he sat back with a faint shrug. "It's here, all around you. But mortals don't seem to truly feel it until they move on from this plane of existence. It's one of those delicate balances that it took us a while to perfect. If the Lord connects too much with the mortal worlds then there are complications." He smirked as he arched an eyebrow. "Your heads explode for starters. Mortals are very fragile you know."
The brief flash of humor faded and the angel sighed again. "Both is probably accurate. But I still can't tell you all the answers you want to know."