InsaneJournal

Who: Dean and Castiel
What: Lost angel is lost.
When: Backdated to when Cas first arrived.
Where: Street out in front of the university (Dean told him not to move.)
Rating: Low

Castiel was used to being in control of his own transportation. He understood that such a thing was no longer the case, yet the fact that he was plucked from one reality and dropped into another frustrated him more than being transported simply by car or bus. In fact, the bus had not been nearly as unpleasant as most humans had led him to believe. Once one ignored the smell, then it was at least halfway permissible. This was...this was not right. Nothing about this place. He and several others were not meant to be there and with no Grace to stop it, he wasn't certain how to react.

Emotions were not something he often had to confront, but suddenly the street itself seemed too crowded. Not knowing what to do was not a problem so long as there were alternatives but with none in sight, he was forced to try and keep the heartbeat of his vessel from becoming irregular. When he found he could not, that frustrated him further and made his head feel lighter than the rest of his body. That he attributed to the injuries sustained once he'd landed on that fishing boat, but even so, he found the need to lean forward and rest his hands onto the back of a local bench just to keep his balance. Dean said he would be there soon. At this point, any Sam or Dean would have been preferable to none.

Which he realized was also a somewhat terrifying thought.

So instead, he looked around and tried to memorize the street corner. What it looked like, what sort of buildings were on it, and how many people at a time. There was an Apocalypse...it would serve him well to learn as much as he could without giving his position away.