[ The space where he once stood stands empty and he's at Sam's side in an instant. There's hardly a moment to register the weight of a hand on his shoulder before his world disappears in a blink of an eye. In the next breath, the sound of wings echo in the background as papers fly in the air, carried on air currents disturbed by their sudden arrival.
His hand drops and Castiel steps away from Sam to pluck two sheets of paper out of the air before they hit the ground. Carefully, he steps in front of a long table where two stacks of old books lay closed, the script in ancient Aramaic. ]
It's not a lot, but the collection is rather impressive.
[ He says by way of explanation as he sets the papers down written by the hand of a scholar that once occupied the bunker. Castiel found them tucked inside one of the ancient tomes and kept them with the rest of the collection. ]
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His hand drops and Castiel steps away from Sam to pluck two sheets of paper out of the air before they hit the ground. Carefully, he steps in front of a long table where two stacks of old books lay closed, the script in ancient Aramaic. ]
It's not a lot, but the collection is rather impressive.
[ He says by way of explanation as he sets the papers down written by the hand of a scholar that once occupied the bunker. Castiel found them tucked inside one of the ancient tomes and kept them with the rest of the collection. ]