“Yes,” Castiel said bluntly. He didn’t trust demons— or anyone affiliated with them— in the slightest. In the end, their true nature always revealed itself, and they served no one but themselves and their so-called “God.” In short, whatever this man wanted was most likely only going to serve a means to an end, and the angel wasn’t going to help him achieve that.

       Of course Castiel knew what he was referring to. The Ark of the Covenant was not an obscure relic, and he knew why Heaven had sent him here. It only made sense that demons would want it, too. “That object won’t serve any purpose for you,” he said. “Your information was wrong.”

    _{“all objects serve a purpose. you just lack the ability to see it.” even if ky couldn’t use it – there were other’s that could. press on the right pressure points and humans would do whatever he asked. it was all about patience; personal or otherwise to obtain exactly what he wanted.} 

      _{“not to mention understand why i’d want my hands on such a thing.” he took a step forward. “then again, i don’t serve hell, i don’t serve the humans, and i believe… i don’t have to listen to snot nosed grace filled angels either.” or at least for the moment. “so, if i decide to go after something unattainable? that’s my choice.”}