The friendly face did a lot to soothe his nerves, though he was still uncomfortable. He had not meant to get swallowed into the crowd as he had. There were just so many people on all sides. It was like getting caught in an undertow and being dragged out to sea. By the time he realized he was in trouble, the press of people on all sides had been too thick to escape, and it seemed like more people just kept coming.
Elena's presence was a sharp relief, and he latched onto her, his other hand coming to curl around her arm were it looped through his. "Elena. I don't understand. Why are all these people here?" Castiel hated the shouting; even his own vessel's hoarse voice sounded harsh in his ears. This was nothing like the pleasant cacophony of the Fall Festival or the Mermaid Parade.
A lady tried to push between them and Cas shrank a little closer to Elena, eyes wide but unable to bleat out the protest caught in his throat. The woman huffed and pushed past him on his other side, but even after she'd gone Cas couldn't relax.
He knew that the people here in the Square were unhappy, but there was also a spark of anticipation crackling in the air, like they were waiting for something. "Why are they here?" He asked Elena again, anxiously. "Is something happening?"