(001): (Location: The Lobby) An Angel in El Dorado.
"I feel disgusting."
Castiel wasn't trying to be amusing. It simply wasn't something he did. But just the same, after he offered up the statement to the car, he could see Dean smirk. And thanks to the rearview mirror, he could see Sam trying not to smile. But he hadn't made a joke. It was the truth. That extreme excess of meat the body he occupied had taken on was still haunting him.
"This isn't funny."
"No, of course it's not." Dean responded with his usual brand of dramatic sarcasm, and Castiel noticed Sam losing the fight against his facial expression.
With the demon blood out of his system, Sam had been allowed time to rest before they'd started moving again. Castiel had agreed to ride with them for a short while, so he could at least keep an eye on them. In all likelihood, however, he'd have to move on before they even made it to the next town. There were still things to do. Too much.
"You sure you don't want us to stop for some more burgers?"
"I have no intention of consuming red meat ever again." Although, if he was honest -- and he usually was, but this simply wasn't the time to be -- Castiel couldn't say he'd entirely mind a burger right now. Which only disgusted him further. After what Famine had made him do, he never wanted to see another one of those things again.
But at least he had an understanding now why Jimmy had craved it so badly.
"At least you didn't end up like Twinkie Guy." Sam offered in an attempt to help, though his own exhaustion still managed to tinge his words with amusement.
Castiel sighed. Dean snickered. Castiel rolled his eyes skyward, but made no request for assistance he certainly wasn't going to get. "I think it would be best if we never talked about this again."
"Hey, you brought it up."
"Yes, but--" And when he looked to Dean again, Dean wasn't there anymore. And neither was Sam. In fact, he wasn't even in the Impala anymore, but what appeared to be the lobby of a hotel. Castiel found himself looking up again, but the ceiling he now saw was littered with gold, not black.
"Welcome, Castiel."
His eyes snapped open to a woman sitting at a desk, and Castiel frowned. "Where am I." The Angels had nothing to do with this. If they had, he'd hardly be in such a place, and he knew it.
The Receptionist smiled at him. "This is El Dorado. We're so honored to have one of your kind here."
"My kind." So she knew what he was? He didn't have time for this. The Winchesters needed him. Castiel tried to remove himself from this place, focusing in on the Impala inside his head. But he couldn't see it anymore. "How're you doing this?" He didn't understand.
"We have your room key and your phone ready, if you'd like to take it."
This was a problem.
Castiel wasn't trying to be amusing. It simply wasn't something he did. But just the same, after he offered up the statement to the car, he could see Dean smirk. And thanks to the rearview mirror, he could see Sam trying not to smile. But he hadn't made a joke. It was the truth. That extreme excess of meat the body he occupied had taken on was still haunting him.
"This isn't funny."
"No, of course it's not." Dean responded with his usual brand of dramatic sarcasm, and Castiel noticed Sam losing the fight against his facial expression.
With the demon blood out of his system, Sam had been allowed time to rest before they'd started moving again. Castiel had agreed to ride with them for a short while, so he could at least keep an eye on them. In all likelihood, however, he'd have to move on before they even made it to the next town. There were still things to do. Too much.
"You sure you don't want us to stop for some more burgers?"
"I have no intention of consuming red meat ever again." Although, if he was honest -- and he usually was, but this simply wasn't the time to be -- Castiel couldn't say he'd entirely mind a burger right now. Which only disgusted him further. After what Famine had made him do, he never wanted to see another one of those things again.
But at least he had an understanding now why Jimmy had craved it so badly.
"At least you didn't end up like Twinkie Guy." Sam offered in an attempt to help, though his own exhaustion still managed to tinge his words with amusement.
Castiel sighed. Dean snickered. Castiel rolled his eyes skyward, but made no request for assistance he certainly wasn't going to get. "I think it would be best if we never talked about this again."
"Hey, you brought it up."
"Yes, but--" And when he looked to Dean again, Dean wasn't there anymore. And neither was Sam. In fact, he wasn't even in the Impala anymore, but what appeared to be the lobby of a hotel. Castiel found himself looking up again, but the ceiling he now saw was littered with gold, not black.
"Welcome, Castiel."
His eyes snapped open to a woman sitting at a desk, and Castiel frowned. "Where am I." The Angels had nothing to do with this. If they had, he'd hardly be in such a place, and he knew it.
The Receptionist smiled at him. "This is El Dorado. We're so honored to have one of your kind here."
"My kind." So she knew what he was? He didn't have time for this. The Winchesters needed him. Castiel tried to remove himself from this place, focusing in on the Impala inside his head. But he couldn't see it anymore. "How're you doing this?" He didn't understand.
"We have your room key and your phone ready, if you'd like to take it."
This was a problem.