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[thursdays_angel]

In the grand celestial scheme of things, Castiel hasn’t been gone from Milliways that long. But that time away had been spent traversing Hell, which is guaranteed to make any amount of time feel much longer

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[27_53]

Skellig is not sitting nearly as straight-backed, but he is sitting nearby.

His coat (black, unlike Castiel's normal tan) hides his wings. The glass of water in his hands is half-empty half-full? and growing warm. The eggrolls have long since been abandoned.

[thursdays_angel]

After some time sitting still, Castiel remembers that when one orders a drink for the purposes of blending in, one really should drink it.

Castiel lifts his mug and takes a swig of lukewarm liquid.

Anyone else would make a face.

[27_53]

Castiel is not just anyone. Neither is Skellig.

Warm water does not bother him. He's had worse to drink.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel's eyes do a sweep of the bar. Observing.

He has observed a great deal, here.

He has never felt the need to search for potential threats before. It just goes to show that there's a first time for everything.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Castiel," X says, approaching silently from the left.

"You are okay?"

She will, in a moment or two, begin to look dubiously at his rapidly-cooling coffee.

Though she is not displeased that he is not drinking it.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel would not say that she snuck up on him, but he still looks sharply to the side when she speaks.

"X."

There is a degree of caution in his voice, even though of all the patrons in the bar who are not currently engaged in trying to restore Dean Winchester to sanity, X is probably the most trustworthy.

"I am well," he says, neutrally.

[cutting_edgex23]

She tilts her head very slightly, studying him.

Then she scents the air.

He is not on drugs.

"Good."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel raises his eyebrows a bit.

"Do I....smell amiss?"

Angels really don't have a smell. That he's aware of.

Unless some sulfur clung on the way out.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel looks up, blankly.

Possibly more blankly than he usually looks.

"Does what help?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel frowns down at his cup of coffee.

"It helps facilitate 'blending in,'" he says.

It makes people comfortable, the routine consumption of food and drink. And he has more reason than usual to want to blend in right now.

"I suppose I should ask you if it is helping."