She had to know what angels were--what they were really like, more to the point--to be able to say that. She had to believe in them. Right? A normal, unaffected person wouldn't be able to straight-up answer a question like that and know their names without knowing what they were. Castiel was a name that particularly resonated with Adam, as well. Castiel wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

Adam pressed his lips tight together, taking what she said and thinking it over in slow, ponderous circles. Castiel... Gabriel. Angels stuck in a place they couldn't escape from? The latter half of the thought didn't add up, at least not to him, not after waking up from the Cage.

Judging him on his knowledge of angels was ironic, given that he'd spent the greater part of his existence in the presence of two. He peeled his gaze away from the far wall to meet her eyes, unafraid of the truth. The truth had already done all it could to hurt him.

"I should. They brought me back to help end the world and then sent me to Hell," he said. "If they didn't bring me back again, then why am I here?"

He kept asking the question, expecting a different answer. The definition of insanity.