As they moved down the hall, Castiel spotted more people in matching attire who were either standing around and conversing or waiting on their own. He didn't understand why these humans were being so inactive when they were clearly being held here against their will, much like him and his current traveling partner, but he didn't have the time to try and puzzle through it.
Before long, he spotted a door to his right, though it looked like there were also a few more up ahead. He was relying far too much on his flashlight to see, but he was going to have to adapt to his limits quickly if he was going to have any chance of getting out of this situation.
Without delay, he moved over to the door and opened it, pointing a flashlight inside. What he saw was what seemed to be a pointless room. All it had in it were some chairs, tables, and a few magazines. Castiel had tried to read those a few times, but most of it was completely foreign to him. Why was everyone so taken with some young boy named Justin Bieber?
However, there was also a faint light coming from one part of the room, and Castiel then caught sight of a figure inside. Another patient, it seemed, and the older man (who looked physically in the age range of Zachariah's vessel, he unfortunately noticed) was apparently waiting there on his own and not doing much in particular.
But that was all irrelevant, as there was no sign of an easy exit through that room. Castiel pulled away from the door, seeing no reason to even step inside.
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As they moved down the hall, Castiel spotted more people in matching attire who were either standing around and conversing or waiting on their own. He didn't understand why these humans were being so inactive when they were clearly being held here against their will, much like him and his current traveling partner, but he didn't have the time to try and puzzle through it.
Before long, he spotted a door to his right, though it looked like there were also a few more up ahead. He was relying far too much on his flashlight to see, but he was going to have to adapt to his limits quickly if he was going to have any chance of getting out of this situation.
Without delay, he moved over to the door and opened it, pointing a flashlight inside. What he saw was what seemed to be a pointless room. All it had in it were some chairs, tables, and a few magazines. Castiel had tried to read those a few times, but most of it was completely foreign to him. Why was everyone so taken with some young boy named Justin Bieber?
However, there was also a faint light coming from one part of the room, and Castiel then caught sight of a figure inside. Another patient, it seemed, and the older man (who looked physically in the age range of Zachariah's vessel, he unfortunately noticed) was apparently waiting there on his own and not doing much in particular.
But that was all irrelevant, as there was no sign of an easy exit through that room. Castiel pulled away from the door, seeing no reason to even step inside.