As if seeing Dean in this state hadn't been enough, Sam followed soon after. Of course, one Winchester couldn't go far without the other trailing after, even while brainwashed, but Castiel still managed to feel shock as he took in the well-pressed clothes that Sam was wearing. It was the sort of thing he'd have put on when he was pretending to be someone else, and in a way that was exactly what was taking place here.

This should have been what he wanted -- the three of them together again -- but just like when they had been here with him in the institute, it wasn't exactly right. In fact, this was worse. While their timelines hadn't matched here, at least Sam and Dean had known the truth. Now they were slaves to what this place had done to them.

It didn't inspire much faith, either. If the people behind all this had managed to break both Sam and Dean's minds, then chances were they could get to anyone. He had even been convinced he was "Michael Collins" for a day, after all.

He nodded to Sam, trying to be amiable even though his thoughts were going in ten different directions. Right now, they didn't know how wrong this all was, and lashing out at them wouldn't do much good. It would make more sense to try and get some sort of information out of them, if possible.

Dean seemed to be worried about when he would be getting out, and somehow that was appropriate. Castiel turned toward him, his mouth pinched at the edges. "They don't tell me much," he admitted. His gaze dipped down to Dean's pant leg. It was impossible to ignore. "What happened?" What sort of story would Dean's brainwashed mind have concocted? He needed to know.