Castiel had taken to hauntin the rootops of the City. There were places he could go, he had options if he wanted a roof ver his head. But that was a human concern, one of the few he'd never gotte comfortable having or feeling the urge to use. The rooftops were more peaceful, under the heavens, even though the stars were strange.
He also found himself drawn to churches. Perhaps it was because of the meeting with his father, which had greatly soothed his soul and tempered his need to find something to fight for. Jesse was living without fighting, without a grand struggle. His encouragement for Castiel to do the same, to focus on himself for a moment had lead the angel here. Standing on a rooftop looking down at a human place of worship, admiring the individuals who came near, or in or out of it. An old habit, but one he found new interest in given his circumstances.
It wasn't until he noticed another figure, moving along the rooftops, that his attention was pulled. From the top of the highrise he was on he blinked, watching curiously as the man moved determinedly forward towards the church. Castiel couldn't tell what he was thinking, being to far away and at the wrong angle to catch his eye, but he saw no malice in the other's movements.
He hesitated for a moment, then teleported himself, blinking onto the last rooftop across the street from the church, directly in the man's path. He kept his back to the other, gazing towards the white building. And as he was approached he turned slowly, looking over his shoulder towards the approaching figure.
"I could get you there faster," he said, offering a hand. He wasn't sure how the other had planned on getting off the roof, but there was no easy way he could see.