The comment about his genitals went ignored as he nodded in favor of her question. "Yes," he replied. "It remained on the surface for roughly two weeks, but then it began to sink and I remember very little after that. Then I arrived in that town where there were pagan holidays."
Turning towards her, Cas stepped carefully over a fallen tree and frowned. "I know you're a hunter," he said. "Beyond that, I'm afraid to say I do not. We've never met, at least in my rightful reality. Though that is not to say we never have or never will. I'm from a specific point in time."
Pulling back some foliage so she could get by, he met her eye with a softened expression. Something about the way she'd spoken to him...he knew what it was to be largely forgotten. Or unknown, seeing as that had been the case with the Anna on the cruise liner. "When are we supposed to meet?" he asked.