[castiel † 1] For they cannot sleep unless they have done wrong;

[rushofwingbeats]

Who: Castiel and you!
Where: Near the southeastern forests of Espoir.
Style: Whatever you want! I'm flexible
Status: Open.

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[rushofwingbeats]

Castiel rumbles gently awake, groaning at the disturbance. He stares at his lap in confusion, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. No dice. He still looks tired.

He also looks a little concerned as he wakes up more, before pulling his hands out of his pocket and staring at them, obviously trying to figure something out. It's only after this that he looks up at notices the woman looking at him.

"Was I asleep?"

[rushofwingbeats]

If Castiel had any opinions about Peggy's gun-toting habits, he didn't show it. He seemed more focused on himself - staring at the palms and the backs of his hands, flexing and clenching them as if he's forgotten how his own body works. "No," he answered, sitting back up and setting his hands on his lap. "I slept."

[rushofwingbeats]

"I feel weak." That covered a lot of things, and seemed vague enough to not drop everything for a woman accustomed to pulling a gun on the apparently homeless. "And very tired. This is.. unusual for me."

He stood sharply, looking around. Despite having pockets, he lets his hands hang free in the cold. "Do you know how long I was asleep for?"

[rushofwingbeats]

"If there is something wrong with me, no one here will be able to help." He mentally double-checked the area - definitely no angels, and while there were a few odd flickering bits here and there, none of his brothers or sisters or familiar feelings. "I suspect it's most likely a side effect of this place, not an illness. I don't usually get sick."

He paused. "I appreciate your concern, however."

[rushofwingbeats]

"Very powerful magic would be needed to fix any illnesses I might possess, and I would be able to sense anyone bearing that much strength." He stood up from the bench, adjusting his cuffs and brushing any snowflakes from his lap or coat. "But again, thank you."

[rushofwingbeats]

"Thank you, Peggy. I'm called Castiel. If you would like to speak again, you can pray for me." He closed his eyes and began to walk off towards the fountain, though when Peggy blinks he's gone.