Castiel leaned back, the laughter subdued at the other's words.
"Yes," he said. "But lately my revalations have seen nothing brought good to the world. Or any world." It wasn't sulking, or self pity. But Castiel was ancient, and had been created with specific beliefs and purpose. And in the last few years or so he had been betrayed or betrayed himself nearly every aspect of that purpose.
He ate another smaller bite, finishing his first piece, and started on a second.
"Are you native to this one?" he asked. The human, or spider human, seemed to be more comfortable with the idea of an angel or other supernatural being than most. That indicated to Castiel that he either had experience in these matters, or that he was another being pulled from one reality and forced to confront the others whose people had also been brought to a new place.