Back on duty. Castiel wondered what that meant, but his memories of when he'd been Michael were very vague, and so he couldn't quite remember what Anna's fake profession had been. Not that it mattered much. If Gabriel and Anna truly had been brainwashed and forced out into this world, then they weren't themselves at the moment and he shouldn't concern himself too much with them. Both of them were supposed to be dead, so he wouldn't be surprised if these were doppelgangers.

When Sam -- or Matthew, as he thought of himself -- spoke up and tried to get a more sincere answer out of him, Castiel glanced down at his hands. In reality, he didn't feel well at all. His whole body ached, especially his shoulder where that bird had clawed him. But could he really tell these two about any of that?

Then again, it was a way to vent his thoughts without being held accountable for it, since he likely wasn't going to see them again until next week, if at all.

"Do you really want to know what I'm going through?" he asked, glancing up to look both of them in the face. "Chances are you won't like it." They would see him as insane, and while they already thought that was the case, this would reinforce it -- even though he was only speaking the truth.