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Scouting a New Place (Open)
The smell of pizza still lingered with Castiel as he teleported from rooftop to street corner, appearing, watching for a few moments, and then dissappearing after he was sure he hadn't found any of his friends. Or Megan. He held that image in his mind ahead of most, second only to Dean or Sam, part of him hopeful that he could do a favor for the Spiderman who'd fed him. It was still strange to him to eat, even after losing some of his power, but it also seemed to make him feel better at times. He supposed that might be a side affect from being human for a while, but since it was still unneccessary for him he wasted little time thinking about it. Not when there were people to find and information to gather.
As he moved he remained largely hidden, picking up information about this... "City", as it seemed to have no other name. He was also feeling stronger than he had in a while, perhaps with distance from the dead world, and by the time he appeared at the edge of a park he felt and looked normal once again, his battered clothes regenerating as the rest of his body did.
At the sidewalk's edge he stood, hands in his pockets, looking out over the green space. Everything here was... odd. Changed. Forced, even, though it felt like whatever placed it here had left it to its own devices since. The angel pondered the difference from his own planet and home, and from that of the dead world. Every new place he went felt fundamentally different, and so far neither alternative sat with him better than his own original had at the end.
Lost in thought as he watched people enjoy the afternoon, he didn't notice he'd reappeared, even when a passerby gasped and jumped slightly at the seemingly unremarkable man pop out of thin air. They hurried on, and Castiel continued to watch the people forelornly, unaware of having caused any fuss at all.
As he moved he remained largely hidden, picking up information about this... "City", as it seemed to have no other name. He was also feeling stronger than he had in a while, perhaps with distance from the dead world, and by the time he appeared at the edge of a park he felt and looked normal once again, his battered clothes regenerating as the rest of his body did.
At the sidewalk's edge he stood, hands in his pockets, looking out over the green space. Everything here was... odd. Changed. Forced, even, though it felt like whatever placed it here had left it to its own devices since. The angel pondered the difference from his own planet and home, and from that of the dead world. Every new place he went felt fundamentally different, and so far neither alternative sat with him better than his own original had at the end.
Lost in thought as he watched people enjoy the afternoon, he didn't notice he'd reappeared, even when a passerby gasped and jumped slightly at the seemingly unremarkable man pop out of thin air. They hurried on, and Castiel continued to watch the people forelornly, unaware of having caused any fuss at all.