Sighing, Cas finished off his beer and asked the bartender for a second. He was still sober and would be until he consumed more than twice his vessel's own weight. "We all believe such a thing," he replied softly. "Those of us who have faith, but...as for God speaking to any of us, that does remain to be seen."
There was no reason to be dishonest if Boyd already believed it. Yet the truth associated with that statement caused an ache within his vessel that his Grace seemingly couldn't correct. He disliked that feeling and it happened increasingly often. Without someone around to explain what proper course of action to take, he was simply left frustrated. "I simply...I simply have to maintain that he's out there. And that he acts when it is only absolutely necessary, or else existence would simply be too easy. That extends beyond both of our species."
He didn't count himself among them. He'd been standing in the same room with the son of a bitch and he'd said nothing. Knowing how much Castiel had always simply wanted to meet his own father for the sake of meeting him, it was more than simply an insult. It was a matter of knowing that his own father neither wanted him or any of the other angels in Heaven. And despite their actions, he could understand their extreme stance on humanity who went equally as neglected.
"You did not," Castiel assured him. "And I have faith that you will not be that man. It seems many of us here wish to avoid fates that we did not intend upon."