Castiel nodded sagely. "'Distracted.' I understand. You do not wish to speak of it. I am familiar with avoidance tactics." It would be hard not to be, with the Winchesters as one's closest friends. Castiel often found it frustrating, when they would rather not speak openly of what was upsetting them, but he was just as guilty of it himself. Especially now.
He tipped his head back to look at the night sky. The moon was waning, almost half gone. "Neap tide," he rumbled softly. "If we were here a week ago, we'd be much deeper in the water."