"I did not say it so you would be afraid," came the simple reply, dark eyes glancing up unflinchingly to meet Peter's.
He finished the second bite, and then the third, slowly nodding. He was used to men not being men. It was only comforting that the other didn't seem to be posessed, nor did he reek of magic or other dangerous energies.
In the back of his mind he could almost see Dean rolling his eyes and telling him to lighten up. He sighed to himself and swallowed the pizza he was currently chewing.
"I am... I was an angel of the Lord. If I did not eat, I wouldn't starve, or go hungry," he said. It was the best explanation he could give. "What are you?"