Night 52: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[From here.]
While it was his first time heading up the stairs, Castiel felt no trepidation. Even if he was alone and it was deathly quiet, he was used to unsettling situations and saw no reason to slow his march upward. Though at the sound of footsteps, he did glance over his shoulder for a split second, to see another patient who was taking the same path as him.
Not completely alone, then, and yet Castiel saw no reason to call out to the man. Even though he did take note of the coat he was wearing, immediately being reminded of his own.
Not, it wasn't his; it had been Jimmy Novac's, but that had been in another time and place.
Turning his gaze forward again, Castiel continued to climb up. He would find the chapel in one way or another.
While it was his first time heading up the stairs, Castiel felt no trepidation. Even if he was alone and it was deathly quiet, he was used to unsettling situations and saw no reason to slow his march upward. Though at the sound of footsteps, he did glance over his shoulder for a split second, to see another patient who was taking the same path as him.
Not completely alone, then, and yet Castiel saw no reason to call out to the man. Even though he did take note of the coat he was wearing, immediately being reminded of his own.
Not, it wasn't his; it had been Jimmy Novac's, but that had been in another time and place.
Turning his gaze forward again, Castiel continued to climb up. He would find the chapel in one way or another.