Since Castiel seems to have not much in the way of answers, perhaps someone else might?
Where are we? What's going on?
Why does, I hate to say it, but what on Earth happened to the functionality and linear nature of time in this place?
Also, if someone is willing to part with a bucket of paint in exchange for perhaps a minor miracle, I would appreciate it.
I'm not sure if I can stomach the sight of any more blood.