There was some truth in Boyd's statement, he supposed. The only truck he'd ever gotten into had belonged to Ellen Harvelle and in turn, they had died horrible and unnecessary deaths, but he could appreciate the sentiment. When existing as a multidimensional wavelength, he found he was most at ease somewhere in the cosmos that remained untouched by any other than the angels themselves. And God, except Castiel wasn't going to allow himself to think of his father for the time being.
"That is a variation of my name," he replied. "Of which there are several, but you may use whichever you prefer."
He was aware that most would be put off by the news that he was an angel, but circumstances had changed and it wasn't something he could hide. After all, he wished to use his power for good and if someone had need of him, then they obviously would need to know. And Castiel had never been adept at keeping secrets. Obfuscating the truth even was asking too much.
Sensing the other man's discomfort, he sighed. Lack of faith was not uncommon, but he got the feeling that this lack of faith was more a direct result of severe disappointment. One of those moments that could not be taken back or corrected. "Is that...is that all right?" he asked.
Suddenly, he was somewhat nervous. He knew there was nothing he could fix, but if this man was upset, he was willing to leave. After all, Heaven was responsible for many of humanity's ills.