As before, with the teleportation came another thought—or memory, or vision. A ring of fire, and a man standing beyond it. Something was wrong with his face.

And there was Castiel's voice again: "You're not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you."

"Castiel," was the man's reply as he started walking around the fire. "I don't understand why you're fighting me... of a—"

And then it was gone. Izaya forced his focus to their new location, where it seemed Castiel once again had stopped to visit acquaintances. He couldn't help but stare for a moment at the man in the room—a man that he recognized from earlier, but whom he'd never seen in person before now.

If Castiel had come to say hello to him, though, that obviously wasn't on his mind now. He was advancing on the girl instead with an accusatory-sounding "You."

He'd stayed quiet last time as he'd still been reeling, but he had more clarity now than before. Curiosity over the situation prompted him to ask, "Something wrong, Castiel?"