The idea of having to make his way to his room and then locate Lingormr's after that sounded like far more work than it should have, and just that was enough to frustrate Castiel. This body was breaking down on him and he didn't know why, if there was some way he'd misused it or if it was simply bad fortune.

He didn't bother to watch Lingormr move down the hall, instead cutting into his own block and quickly making his way down toward his room.

[To here.]