Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center
[From here]Unlike the western section, the central portion of this hallway was completely deserted. On any other night, von Karma would have used this to his advantage to arrive at one of the upstairs locations before anyone else did. The Janitor's Closet, for one, contained a large cache of metal that he could use to compensate Mr. Geeste for
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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.
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"So, are you from America?" he asked, deciding to ask directly to confirm his assumptions.
He kept his flashlight on as they walked; he couldn't move as stealthily as before now that he was no longer alone, but there were so many people out of doors anyway... It wasn't exactly a crowd, but one more person wouldn't stand out, either. He swung the light back and forth to look for anything particularly noteworthy. They passed a hall branching off to the left-possibly where Castiel had come from, in which case it might lead to more rooms-and another set of stairs to the right.
Castiel had stopped to check a door on the right. By his own admission the other man didn't know his way around the building, so Izaya continued walking.
"I'll check around up ahead," Izaya said as he passed him, keeping a friendly note to his voice. If Castiel found the way out or anything of interest through that door, Izaya would find out one way or another: either the man would tell him or else he would go inside. Either would be telling enough.
He approached a stretch of hall with doors on either side; the doors to the left were open wide and seemed unlikely to be an exit because of it, but the door on the right was shut. Izaya pulled open that door and pointed his flashlight inside, shining it around the area. He could see a couple more doors and a pair of desks with no one manning them, but that was it. But abandoned though the room was, it looked like a reception area; surely an exit couldn't be too far off, if they really were on the ground floor as he thought.
He looked back at Castiel, who seemed to have lost interest in his own door. "This one could be promising!"
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In this context, there was no reason for the boy to know the whole truth. Castiel didn't shy away from revealing what he was, but in this case the subsequent explanation would just slow them down and waste more time. Closing the door he'd been standing at, Castiel nodded at the mention of something promising and then stalked over to Orihara, glancing into the door which the boy had ajar.
Orihara was correct. This looked like it would take them in the right direction. It was worth inspecting further, in any case.
"Not exactly," he finally said, "but I've been residing there recently." Castiel realized that America was about as close to home as he could get, now that he was banned from Heaven. A whole country could not be someone's home, as far as he could tell, but there were no other alternatives, except perhaps for "wherever Sam and Dean were."
But he was not the sentimental type, and so he gave it no further consideration. "Let's go," was his only warning before he pushed ahead and stepped through the door.
[To here.]
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