Just overhearing the back-and-forth between Lloyd and those on the radio, it sounded like they were slowly but surely finding each person's world. Castiel was eventually going to have to run a search for his own, but he decided to wait until the chatter on the radio had died down. It seemed like they were almost finished.
In the meantime, he wandered the archive, picking out binders and journals at random to page through them. Most of them were filled with reports about the different experiments performed on the patients, and he found that he didn't have much of a stomach for reading about it. Not because he was squeamish, but because it felt like an invasion of privacy.
Would he be able to find any information about Dean and Sam here? Castiel didn't know if he wanted to learn about what may or may not have been done to them. Yet before he knew it, he'd started searching the shelves for the M-U file for patients with last name "D," for Derringer.
Once he found the correct journal, he opened it up and started flipping through.
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In the meantime, he wandered the archive, picking out binders and journals at random to page through them. Most of them were filled with reports about the different experiments performed on the patients, and he found that he didn't have much of a stomach for reading about it. Not because he was squeamish, but because it felt like an invasion of privacy.
Would he be able to find any information about Dean and Sam here? Castiel didn't know if he wanted to learn about what may or may not have been done to them. Yet before he knew it, he'd started searching the shelves for the M-U file for patients with last name "D," for Derringer.
Once he found the correct journal, he opened it up and started flipping through.