"What do I want? Same thing all of us want." It shrugs, and the movement is disturbingly Dean-like. "You and the Winchesters are a thorn in our side. Boss wants to be rid of you all. But me, I believe in ...savoring my meals. Might as well enjoy myself while I eat."

It seems so unconcerned. As if it knows what a pathetic speck Castiel is.

"You should've heard him though. You're one lucky bastard, you know that? You've got that Winchester wrapped around your little finger."