[ After two weeks spent in a coma-like sleep inside the bunker, Castiel finally wakes up with no memory of his previous stay. The last thing he remembers, he was driving down a dark road with Dean leaving the Apocalypse behind. Sam was gone and Dean had miles to go before it sank in.
Ever the soldier, he pushes past the uncertainty and gets to work figuring out where he is and why his grace is acting up. He manages to get an inkling of what's happening in the town when he finally looks at his device. The first thing he comes across is a slew of messages from a Nephilim claiming to be his son. He speaks with Jack, and shortly after, he goes to find the brothers Jack claimed to live with.
Wasting no time, Castiel searches for the brothers Jack claimed were here. It takes time, but he manages to search every nook and crevice of the town before he comes across Sam. He's almost surprised, worried. If Sam was here, then where was Lucifer? Did he escape the cage?
The sound of dozens of voices whispering in an ancient tongue heralds his arrival, they crescendo to a higher octave rising higher and higher in volume. Moments before the sound becomes painful to hear, the wind picks up and the sound vanishes without a trace. In its place stands Castiel a few paces away staring at Sam (?) from across the room. ]
action; after his canon update
Ever the soldier, he pushes past the uncertainty and gets to work figuring out where he is and why his grace is acting up. He manages to get an inkling of what's happening in the town when he finally looks at his device. The first thing he comes across is a slew of messages from a Nephilim claiming to be his son. He speaks with Jack, and shortly after, he goes to find the brothers Jack claimed to live with.
Wasting no time, Castiel searches for the brothers Jack claimed were here. It takes time, but he manages to search every nook and crevice of the town before he comes across Sam. He's almost surprised, worried. If Sam was here, then where was Lucifer? Did he escape the cage?
The sound of dozens of voices whispering in an ancient tongue heralds his arrival, they crescendo to a higher octave rising higher and higher in volume. Moments before the sound becomes painful to hear, the wind picks up and the sound vanishes without a trace. In its place stands Castiel a few paces away staring at Sam (?) from across the room. ]
We need to talk.