There's a fault in Castiel's questioning, and that's asking about who he is now. He holds up a fur covered hand, full of sharp nails and stares at it for a moment. It's a familiar sight. Far more familiar than his actual skin had ever been. "I'm a monster who moved into an abandoned castle."

And that's all there is to tell. He drops his hand and stares back at Castiel. He has no idea what to do with him. No idea what conversations to have. And a piece of him still just wants to walk away. Apparently company makes him a little nervous. Might have something to do with the fact that most of it tries to put a spear or sword through him.

But he forces himself to stay. "...It used to have ghosts. Have you ever met a ghost?"