“All objects may serve a purpose, but that purpose may not be intended for all who encounter it,” the angel said flatly. There were many holy artifacts that fit exactly that description, after all: useful for angels or other divine beings, would probably kill anyone else who tried to use them. That was why, among other reasons, it was important to know one’s place.

       Castiel narrowed his eyes, unflinching. “It’s your choice to waste your time and resources, then.” He didn’t trust this man— not in the slightest— but if he wasn’t working for Hell, then at least there was no real danger. One lone demon acting on his own wouldn’t get very far anyway. “And if I choose to withhold information I may have, that’s my choice.”

     _{“My choice,” he said, taking a step forward, “Is to obtain what is needed.  You may not like it. In-fact, you may even hate it, but it’s doubtful you’ll be able to stop me.” Or, maybe Ky was just being overconfident in his own abilities. Either way, it didn’t truly matter – not to him at least.}

      _{“Even so, it’s your choice; either give me what you want or get out of my  way.” It wouldn’t get him closer to what was specifically needed, but instead, it would be a show of force. More so to let Castiel know exactly what he was capable of. “Understand?”}