Azazeal sipped at his tea quietly, not bothered by the silence that passed between them. It was a comfortable silence rather than awkward, but when Castiel spoke he tilted his head a bit to the side and considered the question. "At times, yes. Some more than others." It had helped when they found the Inn and found others to stay and live with. Companionship was a hard thing to come by during dark times and both he and Malachi had been lucky since they arrived.
"The history. There is none of that here." He was quiet for a another moment and sipped the tea. "Perhaps it was the influence of this vessel I chose long ago, but I do miss the rolling hills and landscapes that the English countryside had to offer. The old castles."
He had one of his own that he occasionally went back to visit, but it wasn't somewhere he traveled to often. The entire manor had been locked down with spells and charms. No one would enter or breach the grounds without his knowledge no matter if he was thousands of miles away or not.
"Everett has its charms, but I have been much more happier and satisfied since moving away from the area known as the projects." Watching his brother, Azazeal sat back in his chair.
"And you? What do you miss that the state of this world has taken away from all of us?"
Even if he was still under Father's employ, there had to be something Castiel missed. He had always been so devoted and loyal even when his faith ran thin. He admired it on some level, that he was able to keep his faith throughout the years. Azazeal was loyal, but on his own terms and not out of obligation or duty.