So there'd once been a normal guy in there. A guy who consented to being possessed by an angel. Weird. Cole wouldn't know what to think if something like that ever happened to him. Of course, after all the weird things that had already happened to him, maybe his head was just too full of weird to really get it or be able to theorise. Which he didn't mind.
Point was, was that Cas was the only one in there now, and apparently had died before. Cole knew how that felt. He knew he'd died. He knew it. How and why he was alive when he came here, however... that he couldn't speak for. It couldn't have been God. Maybe it was just some messed up quirk of the 'reality hopping' process.
Nodding at Cas' admission of not wanting to hurt anyone, he offered a shrug and a slight smirk as he said, "Didn't figure that. Before or now." Cas didn't seem the wrathful sort. Not without being given proper reason, and then even Cole could lose himself in anger. He just knew that losing his temper carried much heavier consequences now than it ever did before" back when he was normal.
In the end, this all did circle back to their original purpose, to why Cas had needed to prove himself being what he wasβwhich he was reminded about when the other man, the angel standing right here beside him, spoke of being unable to find this Jimmy Novak in Heaven.
"So... you think you could tell if Trish was up there?" He asked softly, almost afraid to ask, but forcing himself to anyway. Cole looked at the other with a small frown, hands fisted nervously as he tried not to fidget. "If you can't, I mean, if it's not possible with all this reality-jumping shit, just tell me now. But if you think there's a possibility of knowing..."