You have a soul, Davesprite. Winter... I don't know. Beings constructed by humankind without the aid of the divine occupy a complicated space. [ Truth be told, Castiel is skeptical of the notion that a group of mortals could simply create life in such a way, but he doesn't want to upset Davesprite by questioning her personhood. And in any case, some thousand years ago he had been hesitant to believe humans could gather and repair the shattered remains of a demon's soul, as well. ]

You can treat me however you choose. You can believe that I should have been gifted with a soul. But the fundamental truth is that I wasn't. Angels aren't the same as hammers, but that doesn't mean we should conduct ourselves like humans either. We all have roles to play. I... appreciate your enthusiasm, but there's no point in arguing.