sorry for the delay!
Castiel nodded, listening. The similarities were there -- but from her retelling it seemed the other Castiel's reality was still closer to his own. He wasn't certain what to think about the gender switch and how that played roles in everything. Then again, gender meant very little to him. Castiel was for all intents and purposes, genderless. A wavelength with no form that mattered in terms of "boy" or "girl".
Well. He had been. Now he was definitely male. Trapped inside a body that felt too large and too small at the same time. It was … disconcerting and difficult to process. So instead, he just ate his soup. Tiny little spoonfuls that he swallowed down slowly, as if he wasn't sure how to really handle the new feeling of warmth going down his throat. Everything was more and less simultaneously. Before he might have been able to tell Sam every single component that went into the recipe down to the molecular level, but not have been able to accurately describe the way it felt to eat it. It was the opposite now.
He stared at the bowl, the spoon, the soup as if everything in front of him had offended him on a deeply personal level. "You're from the end of the apocalypse," he said after a moment. "After hell." It sounded more than familiar -- he knew that moment well. Dean had gone off to live an "apple pie" life with Lisa Braeden and her son, and Cas had … tried to make things right and better by pulling Sam out of the pit himself.
It hadn't gone well. Not exactly. Suddenly, Castiel felt very wary. "It's very familiar. You should not concentrate so hard on what it is you can't remember."