"I have no gun to speak of," Castiel replied, shaking his head. "They can be useful, but I have no need of them. Regardless, I do not intend to act offensively."
He understood there was always the possibility of Boyd or any other human attacking or shooting him on accident, but bullets were also of little import. His vessel healed, making it negligible on a very real level.
"No. I have a phone," he replied. "Unless of course you would prefer to pray directly to me by name, in which I would also come when summoned. Unless of course I have pressing matters to attend to. These days...that is far from likely."
There was Meg, of course. But they had yet to consummate anything. That was if he mated with her to begin with. He didn't know if he wanted that yet, despite his vessel being of a different mind altogether.