[ castiel isn't looking for anyone, or anything, in particular. he's moving from room to room with curiosity as his guide. every so often he stops to pick up a book and thumb through it, only to move onto something else. nothing really catches his eye. perhaps he just doesn't have an eye for art, despite harold's attempts to teach him how to appreciate it. castiel considers that this wouldn't be strange, and finds himself split between two desires: wanting to be able to understand, and wanting to be a good angel.
the distance required to remain one precludes understanding, undoubtedly.
but whatever he may be thinking about, he can't help but overhear heather. perhaps that's why he replies like she's addressed him even though it should be obvious that she hasn't. ]
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the distance required to remain one precludes understanding, undoubtedly.
but whatever he may be thinking about, he can't help but overhear heather. perhaps that's why he replies like she's addressed him even though it should be obvious that she hasn't. ]
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