"I think you are right," Castiel confessed. "They wouldn't see me either." Nor had he been able to locate them using his other, less mundane, methods. There was no angel proofing giving away a possible location. Nothing. After the first two weeks he'd stopped actively looking but he was always vigilant for any suggestions of change. He had renewed interest in a way home.
"I am... trying to blend," Castiel said stiffly (as he said most things). He looked into the distance for a moment. He supposed he was blending passably, he hadn't received too much negative attention though some of his clients seemed easily agitated. "I am Castiel," he revealed. "They have assigned me the role of mentalist."