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Day 71: Patient Library (Third Shift)
It wasn't often that Castiel was left to his own devices here, but during the meal shift he actually sat alone for the entirety of it. He didn't necessarily enjoy the solitude, but this place had forced him into more interaction with strangers and more specifically with humans than he had ever been prepared for. He had been managing because there were at least a few others here like him -- not angels (save for one), but other non-humans who struggled to understand the strange species. People like Lust, for instance.
Given a choice of where to go, the library was almost always Castiel's choice, but in this case he had even more reason for it. He and Kratos had gone there last night and found the switch to the hidden passage with little trouble, but he would still be interested to see it all by the light of day -- and also to see what would happen if that book was grabbed for when it wasn't nightshift.
His nurse sighed at his decision, but didn't argue with him beyond that, allowing him to step into the quiet space of the library. "Well, go ahead," she said, waving him off even as her sharp eyes watched his back retreat into the aisles.
It had been the middle one, and a quick glance around proved that there was no sign of the creature they'd pinned under the shelves. Like always, any sign of their nighttime activities was gone by morning. Castiel started down the middle aisle, keeping a lookout for The Oxford Book of English Verse.
[For Soushi.]
Given a choice of where to go, the library was almost always Castiel's choice, but in this case he had even more reason for it. He and Kratos had gone there last night and found the switch to the hidden passage with little trouble, but he would still be interested to see it all by the light of day -- and also to see what would happen if that book was grabbed for when it wasn't nightshift.
His nurse sighed at his decision, but didn't argue with him beyond that, allowing him to step into the quiet space of the library. "Well, go ahead," she said, waving him off even as her sharp eyes watched his back retreat into the aisles.
It had been the middle one, and a quick glance around proved that there was no sign of the creature they'd pinned under the shelves. Like always, any sign of their nighttime activities was gone by morning. Castiel started down the middle aisle, keeping a lookout for The Oxford Book of English Verse.
[For Soushi.]
WHOOPS, I meant escalator, not elevator, let's just pretend that never happened.
Castiel couldn't see why Landel would change his way of handling that from one night to the next, but he was willing to keep trying until there was a better result. That might be tantamount to insanity, but seeing how they were in an institute, it seemed appropriate.
"A man named Skulduggery originally told me about the passage," he said. "Other than him and whoever was investigating it with him, I don't know who else is aware of it." It couldn't have been that many people, or Castiel would have heard of it before now. "But as far as I know, no one's actually made it to the top yet."
Which only made him more eager to see it for himself.
lol no prob
"Not terribly encouraging, but I suppose he might have been bluffing," Soushi suggested. Despite the low probability for success, Castiel didn't seem to have any intention of giving up. Otherwise, why mention it at all?
"You intend to try again?"
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"Tonight, yes," he said with a nod. He wondered what sort of creature would be sent out to guard the area this time around. Now that he was healed up, it would be that much easier to handle, but he wasn't going to let his guard down either. The last thing Castiel wanted was to get another injury just after recovering from his surgery.
He glanced over at Soushi. "How have you been spending your nights?"
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"Looking for answers in all the wrong places, it would seem," he said with a quiet sigh. His nights had seen little progress, and his luck seemed terrible no matter who he went with. The only difference had been the success in actually finding his supposed possessions.
"I've not made any real progress since I saw you last, Castiel-san."
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And to an extent, that was how things had worked back home as well. No matter what he and the Winchesters had tried to stop Lucifer and the Horsemen, it had usually ended in disaster of some kind.
"That's not out of the ordinary," he said after a pause. "It can take weeks to make any progress here." It wasn't an encouraging remark, but it was the truth.