Three days had passed since Castiel had last seen Meg and that stretch of time seemed to go on for much longer than three short days. He'd once been an angel of the lord and had no real concept of how long something actually took, since he didn't require accounting for travel time and could often do things quicker than most. But, ever since becoming human he noticed the span of time and how, thanks to his shortened life span now, a couple of days was really nothing, in the grand scheme of things but was also quite a stretch of time.
He'd pushed himself to go explore Oakdell during that time and while he saw nothing truly of note, nothing out of the ordinary, other than noticing that the locals were quite helpful and willing to accommodate him. It was strange, not noticing anything out of the ordinary that he could place to why this was happening. He thought he might find some sort of symbols around town or other sigils that would be seen as out of place and an explanation for how people were displaced from their proper universes and times.
But, no matter how he tried to focus on the task at hand, he thought about Meg. It was something that kept tugging on his mind and as it turned out, he couldn't keep pushing her from his mind. His coat, it still smelled like her and when he pulled it on once more, to leave his apartment, he felt like she was there. And that was what drove him to wander outside of his apartment, toward town and without realizing it, in the direction of Meg's home.