Day 56: Morris Park
It was disappointing that the sheriff's office had been closed for some reason, but many humans rested on Sunday for what they considered good reason. Castiel himself didn't understand the thought behind it. God may have rested on the seventh day, but that didn't meant that the rest of them were allowed that luxury. He'd certainly never followed that so-called law.
Then again, much that applied to humans didn't apply to angels, and yet here he was in a human town, trying to play the part.
Eventually he and Gabriel had decided to split ways and cover more ground, but Castiel had already reached the end of the main street, finding that it dead-ended into a park that was far different from the one that he'd taken note of upon arrival. It was difficult to tell when the snow was covering everything, but some of the uncut grass was showing itself nonetheless, and the few benches that could be seen were beat up and vandalized.
So this was the place where most in the town weren't likely to venture. He wondered if that made it more or less useful in terms of unearthing useful information. Perhaps a clue was hidden somewhere in this quiet space -- a message carved into wood or buried under the earth.
Or maybe he'd be better off trying out one of the other stores that he'd passed. The sheriff's office couldn't be the only useful place, even if it was the one that had stood out most to him. Castiel rubbed at the back of his neck. He got the feeling that this shouldn't be as difficult as he was making it out to be.
[For Aigis.]
Then again, much that applied to humans didn't apply to angels, and yet here he was in a human town, trying to play the part.
Eventually he and Gabriel had decided to split ways and cover more ground, but Castiel had already reached the end of the main street, finding that it dead-ended into a park that was far different from the one that he'd taken note of upon arrival. It was difficult to tell when the snow was covering everything, but some of the uncut grass was showing itself nonetheless, and the few benches that could be seen were beat up and vandalized.
So this was the place where most in the town weren't likely to venture. He wondered if that made it more or less useful in terms of unearthing useful information. Perhaps a clue was hidden somewhere in this quiet space -- a message carved into wood or buried under the earth.
Or maybe he'd be better off trying out one of the other stores that he'd passed. The sheriff's office couldn't be the only useful place, even if it was the one that had stood out most to him. Castiel rubbed at the back of his neck. He got the feeling that this shouldn't be as difficult as he was making it out to be.
[For Aigis.]