Re: ((was waiting to see if others responded))
Temporarily forgoing the opportunity for a rebuttal, the light that was Castiel flashed out of the room and, in milliseconds, he'd found Dean, who was taking a nap on his couch. After some confused flickering, he sought out his vessel, who was two rooms away, eating a sandwich and flipping morosely through bad daytime television.
In a blink, Castiel was back. He was still a bobbing white light, but his aura was now a calm, crystalline glimmer. He was still confused, but content to wait. He gave Crowley the equivalent of an angelic dirty look on some unseen wavelengths. He thought they were all being rather too calm about this.