"Process of elimination. You aren't a god, an angel, a demon, or a Nephilim, but it felt similar to the last. The last time I encountered energy like yours, it was a long, long time ago." There was something faintly celestial, but a different kind of celestial, not like his brothers. He wondered about it for some time before it the realization hit him all at once. "Orpheus came to such an unfortunate end."

Angels had little to do with half-gods from the pagan religions, aside from watch at a distance. Back then, before God (Chuck) got too antsy for worship, and started sending them in droves to move mountains and such. Those old gods had a knack for compelling story Chuck never grasped in quite the same way.

"I haven't smelled enough Burger Kings to say." A beat, Cas squints. What an odd question. "Does the underworld smell like cheeseburgers where you're from?"

The boy had asked several more questions, and Castiel gets comfortable, pulling a chair out from the break table and taking a seat. The answers come rattled back in the same order the questions came.

"Not until recently. Soldier. Yes, we have jobs. Angels sometimes have certain groups of people or themes they gravitate towards but aren't limited to. It isn't as defined as pagan god domains."