[ Opening the book to the last entry he remembers, Castiel stays standing, reading quietly to himself turning page after page every few seconds. Soon, he's sucked into the lore and spellcraft of the inner bindings of the book finishing it not long after and setting it back on his 'read' pile before picking up another. The day draws to a close in the same fashion with the angel working steadily through the books with a few occasional comments and odd faces when he finds something of interest. Finding himself at home with a book in his hands, Castiel loses track of time with his head in the clouds of research. ]
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