Who: Castiel and Anna What: Catflaps. To hell. When: 5/15 Where: Hard to say, really. Rating: Probably low. Status: In progress.
The cat flaps weren't huge, not really. But they also weren't so ridiculously small where the idea of a grown man crawling through them would be impossible. Just difficult. Also a little absurd, but that didn't seem exactly like the point, here. The point was… exploration. The former angel suspected highly that the flaps weren't just leading room to room - and if this cat-travel set up could be figured out and worked with a bit, well, maybe they could all use it to their advantage. Somehow.
Also, possibly, if Castiel wanted to be very crude about things, he also didn't mind the idea of crawling around on the floors with Anna in front of him. The view was very nice. He wasn't apologetic for thinking so, but he also probably wouldn't voice that particular thought without some heavy prompting first.
They'd met up at one of the larger flaps, and Cas was sitting cross legged in front of it, tinkering with his teleporter wrist cuff. It stood to reason that it was wise to wear the thing, because if either of them got stuck in some sort of… cat clap nether, at least they could be located again by the ship.
"I think," he said to Anna, whose hair was still distractingly red today as it was any other day, "you should go first." Not because he was a coward. But because strategically it made more sense for a real angel to go first. And for the view.