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WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias.
WHEN: Days 018-020
WHAT: The fog recedes!
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

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DAYS 018-020
THE HIDDEN REVEALED
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
— Benjamin Franklin

As the sun rises in the distance above the sea, the fog slips away from the unsettling town, winding through streets and across buildings until it is nestled soundly in the forest. There it waits, ready to snare any who dare test its limits — residents would do well to remember what happened the last time they encountered the fog so intimately.

With the fog receded, the western portion of Mathias is now revealed and available for exploring. There are more businesses on the town square and even some on the street that runs off the square. The schoolhouse is nestled by the southern treeline, not from the little makeshift cemetery at the end of Jackson Boulevard that is courtesy of a few kind residents in town. To the far north of the square is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. And to the west, beyond the square, is another residential district of the same size as that to the east. What is different, however...

These buildings are all in some form of decay. From the beginnings of rot to completely collapsed and little more than a pile of proverbial bones, none of these homes are anything resembling livable. Well, as far as one can tell, at least. For between the streets of Hill Lane and Stine road there is a crack in the earth. A dozen feet across and fifty feet down, the crack extends from one side of the forest to the other, either end cut off by the fog. The view to the other side is clear but there is no way across.

THE NEW ARRIVALS
There are quite a few new faces in Mathias on this day. Awaking throughout Day 018, they will find themselves laying in the snow beside that unsettling crack in the earth, houses both quaint and decaying surrounding them as the snow begins to cover their bodies. Best get inside and warm up, dears.

SPECTRES IN THE NIGHT
The days are short now that winter seems to have set in unseasonably early. Though the clocks in Mathias fail to properly keep time or sometimes even work at all, the sun rises around 8:00am and sets at 5:00pm. There is far more darkness than light in these days, but in that darkness there is, in fact, light.

In the distance all across Mathias, there are lanterns lit against that darkness. Their lights dance across the snow, the warm flickering shining like tiny stars and offering an almost ethereal glow to the crisp white snow. It would be a beautiful sight to behold... if it weren't for the shadowy figures that held them. With partially raised arms, the figures hold the lanterns and walk the streets of Mathias, drifting in between buildings and disappearing into the forest. Still yet, there are some that simply stand in place, as if waiting for something or someone.

No matter where or when these figures are seen, they always seem to be facing away from our residents, and attempts at reaching them are all for naught. They will fade from view if one gets too close, and return to sight when that distance is regained. And in the morning, those lanterns may be found in the snow, their lights extinguished but their glass somehow still warm.

STRANGER IN THE SNOW
Those investigating the western part of Mathias and venturing near that inexplicable crack in the earth will have the most unsettling feeling of being watched. Most of the time, there is nothing there and no one to be seen, but then—

On the other side of that expanse, sitting on a porch, in the shadow of a home, or standing in the oddly moonlit street, there is a man. His features are shrouded in darkness and not much can be discerned about him, but instinct tells you he is dangerous. There is a sense deep in your bones that he is maliciously amused.

He makes no move to speak, nor will he respond to any attempts on your part. Instead, he sits, or he stands, and he watches. By the end of Day 020, all sign of him will be gone, along with the eerie feeling of being watched.

LOCATIONS

Unless otherwise noted, all new locations have working electricity and other utilities.

BENEDICT BOOKS Nestled quaintly on the square surrounding the Town Hall, a thick layer of dirt covering the front windows. A portrait hangs at the front of the store to illustrate the namesake of the little shop... that may, in fact, not be so little. Dust covers everything in sight and detritus litters the wooden floor, as if someone left the door open and allowed half the forest inside. (more info)

MATHESON ANTIQUES Also on the town square is an antique store that is a lesson in chaos more than culture. The items within are stacked haphazardly, creating narrow aisles running throughout the space. Furniture, light fixtures, old revolutionary and civil war memorabilia, all of it is jumbled together with no rhyme or reason. Indeed, one wrong move could create an avalanche of aged wood and peeling paint.

POE'S CLOTHES Located on the town square, this shop carries only the basics. Loose jeans in a few sizes, khakis, solid color dress shirts and blouses, flannel in various styles, socks and underwear.

SPIN RIGHT ROUND RECORDS On the square across from the beauty store, the music shop is as dusty as everything else in this town has been. Tables line the walls of the long shop, filled with rows and rows of vinyl records, while a few wall shelves display cassette tapes for sale. One side of the store is for New items, while the other holds the Used section with items for resale. Residents may recognize some of the artists but many are unfamiliar to them.

CLINIC Outside the decayed, crumbling building just north of the square is a still miraculously intact sign with the name of the clinic's doctor, Dr. Ken Suzuki. There is no way to treat patients in this location, but with care, some salvageable supplies may yet be found in the remains.

BARKER BOTANICALS Not quite a flower shop and not entirely an apothecary, the botanical store to the far north of the square is something of an amalgamation of both. With a few broken windows to let in the rain, parts of the shop have been overtaken by nature, the house plants growing beyond their pots and rotted flower petals littering the floor to tell of seasons past. The still unclaimed walls are filled with decaying plants and jars of dried herbs and other vegetation, along with a few essences and tinctures.

GREENHOUSE A few dozen yards from the botanicals shop is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. The glass is still miraculously intact, though covered in grime so thick that one cannot see inside.

GALLERY The gallery is essentially a large empty space with framed and matted black and white photographs of the town lining the walls. There is a small selected of prints available for sale near the front entrance, and a few rooms at the back of the building — a dark room for developing photos, a small office, and a locked room.

MOVIE THEATER This single-screen theater is quite small, having only 40 seats, but there is a large collection of movies in its storage room. These are all old film reels however, so hopefully someone knows how to thread a film projector.

HISTORY MUSEUM Across the street from the Historical Society, this once esteemed wooden building has seen better days. Windows and doors are boarded up and there is visible rot and decay on the exterior walls. Part of the roof has fallen in and the accumulating snow threatens to collapse the rest of it as well. It is not wise to venture within.

HISTORICAL SOCIETY This brick building has also seen better days, though in a different sort of way. Where once had been carefully cataloged collections and cozy reading rooms for aficionados of local history, there are now stacks of bankers boxes and weathered tomes in every nook and cranny. There is no organization to any of it, everything seeming to have been stashed in a hurry and then left forgotten. Anyone who dares to dive into this archive will need to devote quite some time in order to find anything worthwhile. They will also want to bring their own light source — the electricity does not work here and the windows are quite dark from the accumulated dust and grime.

SCHOOLHOUSE A much smaller school than most of our residents might be used to, there are only a half-dozen rooms in the building, with a few comprising classrooms, meeting areas, and workspaces. All ages were taught here, and one might almost imagine the sound of children's whispered voices and distant laughter while within the empty building.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— SNOW continues to fall in Mathias. Days 18-19 see light snowfall that very slowly accumulates, but the snowfall turns moderately heavy on Day 20 and sees significant accumulation. The temperature hovers just below freezing and dips lower when the sun goes down.

— VOICES are not openly haunting our residents, though they may still be occasionally encountered in the more heavily decayed buildings where some rooms seem to almost swallow whatever light tries to enter them.

— THE FOG has receded from the town proper and much of the eastern and northern beach. The path through the northern forest to the lighthouse is now also clear.

— DISAPPEARANCES continue to plague the town. While Daisy Johnson has returned, Zed Martin, Rey, and Quentin Coldwater have now vanished without a trace.

OOC UPDATES

— MADNESS has now been unlocked. Congratulations to Inky for Claire earning the first Madness! Who will be next? (Please be sure to keep your sanity updated regularly; Stars has created an amazing tracker for anyone to use if they'd like.)

— HELPERS are officially in residence! Kelly is our Registrar and Stars is our Librarian — both of these delightful members of our community are helping behind the scenes to keep things organized and updated (and doing wonders for the mod's own sanity levels), so please give them some thanks for their hard work!

— REPORTING updates is still a thing that your mod and helpers beg you to do. Changes to locations, plot notes that affect the community, and discoveries should be reported over here so these can all be noted in their appropriate places. (For clarification, reported Discoveries are not public knowledge unless a character has ICly shared this information.)

— A MAP of Mathias now exists, thanks to our wonderful Librarian! Please note that it is not to scale and there may be a few minor errors due to your frazzled mod. Expect updates in the future as more secrets are revealed.

— BULLETIN BOARD — don't forget about it. That's all.

CLAIMING AP REWARDS

Normally, only one AP reward can be claimed per log, but due to the plethora of new and old locations to explore, this restriction is being relaxed. Instead, for this log only:
— Players may spend AP on up to three rewards, though only Spot Hidden may be repeated.
— If a player is spending multiple Spot Hiddens, they must be with different characters and in different locations.

If two characters are investigating the same location together, they may each spend a Spot Hidden on that location. Players should record their spent AP after the AP request has been approved. Sometimes there is nothing to Spot with your Hidden and the points will be "refunded" to use elsewhere.

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It is a small town. For now. [Doc has never lived in a place with buildings that touch the sky and thousands- millions of people rushing here and there whose names and faces he cannot possibly all know. He isn't sure he can handle that kind of big city life with that kind of crowd.]

There is but the one restaurant, one town hall, one supply store. Hardly anyone can remain anonymous for long. That and the same few people keep running into trouble. [Not that he's naming names. Doc's been fairing fine himself so far but that can change at any moment, especially with these lanterns they are pursuing.]

Have you discovered anything about our new friends? [He gestures towards the winking lights that they are having trouble catching up to.]

[Henry's response of 'for now' is interesting, Castiel thinks. As if he expects a significant number of people to arrive and increase the population.] You expect more people to show up?

[Castiel's eyebrows both arch upwards at the mention of the limited number of buildings, not to mention the remark on the same few people finding themselves in trouble. He wonders if Dean and/or Claire are a part of that particular group of people; he wouldn't be surprised to learn if they were.] In other words, you can't shake a stick around here without hitting someone you've probably seen in passing once.

[Castiel glances ahead at the winking lights, frowning as he tries to concentrate. The lights and those holding those lights seem to shift in and out of focus every time he tries staring too hard, however.] I have not learned anything useful, I'm afraid. If I have to guess? They seem like spirits. I wonder if the lights they carry with them tether them to this place.

Well. You all haven't stopped coming. [There had been no one else here when he arrived with a handful of people he had gotten to know quite quickly. It had been raining and they needed shelter, after all. They wouldn't have sat around in silence. Now there are more people. It stands to reason they are amassing, or being amassed, for whatever reason.]

You cannot go wrong with more friends. [That and it makes it easier to approach everyone one on one if someone is going around hurting other people or taking their things. Doc is cautiously optimistic that they have a mutual interest in surviving, finding some answers, leaving this place. They will behave. But they are only human. Most of them, anyway.]

Suppose we could try and divest one from its light. But that seems like the kind of thing that would provoke them and blow up in our faces. [Ordinarily he wouldn't mind giving it a go anyway, but his gun belt is woefully devoid of his six shooters and ammo. He is more cautious by nature without the impulsive and reckless usual suspects dragging them into ankle-deep shit all the time.]

They could be harmless. They have been, so far. It might not hurt to greet them but if we leave them alone they may leave us alone.

Interesting. Are we all being brought here? If so, who is bringing us here, and why? What are they hoping to accomplish? Do they need a set number of people for some sort of ritual? [Castiel spitballs as he talks, letting every question that comes to mind take verbal form before he can stop himself. Musing on these questions and the potential for what answers to them might mean gives him a point of focus, an anchor out here in the wilderness and this small township. Even if he never finds answers, he can at least find some form of comfort in trying to find those answers.

He arches an eyebrow at the mention of 'not going wrong with more friends.'] And there is, of course, that saying about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.

[Castiel agrees; not to mention, it just seems...cruel. They don't know whether these beings rely on these lights to survive, or, even, if these lights aren't somehow extensions of their bodies.] I don't see any good coming from an attempt like that, no. Perhaps we should just follow them and see where they lead us?

I'm afraid we are no closer to those answers today, though we may have been here longer. [The ritual theory is interesting. Adjacent to some other theories, that they might be some kind of experimental subjects made to run through some tests. Or that someone or something wishes to play with their food before tucking in. In any case there hasn't been many wildly positive theories. Apparently no one has been thinking they were brought here to make some new friends or save the world (worlds?) with the power of love and song, or anything like that.]

I am certain they can see us, so if they are wildly opposed to being followed they may make that known. [He prefers that over trying to be covert in the dark with all this snow and almost inevitably getting caught. They may think that they mean them some harm if they sneak around.]

Let's follow this one. [The closest one to them happens to also be slow-moving. They can catch up and maintain a distance. And in the meantime, Cas and Doc can talk.]

Have you settled in alright, sir? Found suitable lodging and kept a good supply of food with you? [Should the rolling fog decide to envelope the town for days, they will need to be able to survive indoors that long.]

I suppose that would be too easy, and too much to hope for. [Castiel tries to keep optimistic when he can; he prefers clinging to hope as long as possible, no matter if the odds keep stacking up against him and those he loves, and no matter how impossible a situation might seem. Still, he can't help but feel slightly dismayed to hear that even those who have been here longer don't seem to have much in the way of ideas in terms of why they've all been brought here.

He nods at that, and at the being Henry chooses for them to follow. It seems pointless to try sneaking in the dark; that just seems more likely to get them lost, more than anything else. And the being seems to move at a leisurely pace, giving them time to discuss matters.] That works for me.

[At the questions, Castiel considers how to answer. Once, he wouldn't have needed food to survive. Now, however, he seems to require sating his hunger even though, as far as he can tell, he is very much still an angel.] I'm staying with...friends from home, in the place they've found. Dean Winchester and Claire Novak. Do you know them?

I do. They have moved into a house down the road from us. We are in 1306. [He's seen several pairs of people from the same place, but three is new. Dean never mentioned his last name but Claire had been here slightly longer.]

Miss Claire had... died, before. We buried her, the three of us staying at 1306. Raylan, Malcolm Bright and I. [He imagines Castiel already knows this. It must have come up in conversation around the dinner table at some point.]

I was worried about her before, but. I have been worried ever since.

And are you staying with people you know from home as well? Or are they friends that you've made here? [Castiel should get to know his neighbors, after all. He's curious to hear more about Henry's experiences here, too.

Dean explained about Claire dying during one of the first days of Castiel's arrival. He can't quite say that he's made his peace with that fact, but that Claire is alive and well now at least makes the fact of her dying go down easier, much as Castiel wishes it had never happened at all.

That Henry mentions being worried about Claire both soothes and unnerves Castiel in equal measure. On the one hand, he's glad Claire has people looking out for her. On the other, that she has people worried sets Castiel on edge.

Castiel sighs.] She's lead a tough life. I imagine being here hasn't helped with any of what she's been going through. I'm glad to hear that she has people looking out for her, though.

I do not know anyone from home, here. [He says it with a sigh, that could be misconstrued as something he is yearning for. Honestly with all the madness going on around here, he doesn't hope for it. No, the sigh is more because people seem to think they know him. And he doesn't know them at all. Being famous had kept him alive. He needed those rumours so nobody would mess with him, especially as he became frail and sickly. These days he's starting to think that maybe it's not such a good idea.]

Mister Winchester did not seem like the kind of gentleman who has had it all that easy, either. [Although Doc can't really get a read on Castiel, whether it's because it's dark out here and he's half-focused on following their spectre, or if it's because they've only just met, or if they're both just still a little guarded around each other.]

I don't know whether I should sympathize with you or tell you I'm glad you don't have to worry about people from home here. [Castiel might not know exactly what to make of this place, but from what information he's gathering, there is a sinister tinge to the entire town, a lurking darkness that seems to await around every corner. He doesn't want to overly assume the worst, but he also doesn't want to let his guard down, either.

At the description of Dean, Castiel lets out a huff of air, somewhere between a scoff and a bitter laugh borne from the knowledge that he carries with him, the knowledge that he hasn't yet told Dean he knows.] That's an apt description. Dean has not lead an easy life. How much has he told you?

[Not that it's his story to tell, but Castiel is curious.]

It would be the latter. [Maybe he's just consoling himself, but apart from the occasional pang of missing people, hoping they are well, and self-depreciating thoughts of not being missed in return, he's not really lonely or anything. They are better off there than here.]

He has told me not much of anything. [Not even his last name.] We are... slow to trust. [And they are the type of people to build these walls. It will be some time and a drinking session or three until the morning light breaks on the snowy horizon yet before they might begin to start chipping away at those walls.]

And I have not told him much of anything in return. No doubt he is a man trying his best, playing the cards he's been dealt. [It is normal, as far as Doc is concerned, to be playing those cards close to the chest even if one's hand only consists of twos and threes. You can still win with a pair of twos sometimes.]

You have not told me much either, Mister Castiel. I presume you are also a... monster hunter? [He is not certain of the term they would use in wherever it is they come from.] Nasty business, demons and... everything else out there.

Understandable. I feel similar about the people here I have with me. [As glad as he is to see both Claire and Dean again, Castiel worries at his abilities to protect them here. His angelic abilities only go so far; they don't work entirely as they should, and when he does make use of them, they seemingly drain him of energy in a way they never did back home.

He nods when Henry explains that Dean hasn't mentioned much in the way of his life story. He bites back a smile when he mentions the both of them being slow to trust; that is accurate of Dean on a deep level, in Castiel's experience.]

He's been dealt many...I believe the term is 'shit hands.' But he always does his best with what he's been given.

[There is no small measure of pride in Castiel's voice; he has long admired Dean's ability to get back up after being knocked down again and again and again, even outside of his feelings for the man.

He huffs out a small laugh at Henry's description. He figures he may as well be a little bit more honest, for the moment.]

I am a hunter like Dean, yes. But I'm also an angel.

Come again? [He’s pretty sure Castiel just said ‘angel’. And honestly, it should kind of make sense, especially if there are demons, and a hell. He is an immortal gunslinger a few years shy of turning 170. Wynonna Earp has a magic gun. An angel would not be the strangest thing to happen in a town like Purgatory. And yet, Doc has a hard time accepting this, here in Mathias where similarly strange shit has been happening.

Probably because he stopped believing in the fairy tale of an almighty god full of mercy and grace some time during his father coming back from the war, his mother dying, and getting sick himself.]

An angel, you said. As in the kind in the Bible that just show up when it is time to be destroying everything? [In which case the obvious next question is, any chance he could give Doc a bit of a headstart to grab his housemates and try to get out of Mathias first?]

[Perhaps he shared too much, too soon, Castiel thinks, taking in Henry's reaction. He's likely grown complacent in anticipating how readily people accept the presence of the supernatural from his experiences back home; he's forgotten that the concept of angels can be...difficult to swallow, depending upon the individual and/or their personal religious beliefs.

Castiel sighs. Perhaps he should have waited to admit to being an angel until after they were no longer out in the dark.]

Yes. But if it helps, I am not here as a messenger of destruction. I'm stuck, just like you.

[He sighs again, shivering beneath his jacket and wincing. He's still so unused to feeling the cold.]

I do not believe I have access to all of my abilities here, unfortunately.

It doesn't help, as far as hoping for an easy way out is concerned. [But he would probably prefer a fellow straggler over some self-righteous divine being raining fire and brimstone down on this place.]

You will find that is a common complaint around here. Other people who can do... other things, have been struggling too. [Their phantom takes an abrupt sharp right and Doc's boot makes a particularly heavy imprint in the snow as he pushes off to turn and follow it around. So far, so uneventful.]

What does an angel do, exactly? [Apart from the smiting. Hopefully there's more to an unnaturally long life than smiting.]

Well. I doubt an easy way out is a viable option here. Just a guess. [In his experience, there's never really any easy way out; any such means of escape usually comes either at a steep price or riddled with loopholes and traps, just waiting to catch the poor sucker desperate enough to make the attempt.

The idea that he's not the only one struggling with his abilities makes Castiel feel better, if only momentarily.] Other people know this particular struggle? Interesting. Someone or something must be working to ensure that those of us with abilities can't use them to cheat our way out of this place.

[He might have been able to get Henry and his friends out of here, otherwise, if his abilities were all in working order.

At the question, Castiel takes a moment, considers how he wants to answer.]

Currently? Busy with rebuilding and repurposing Heaven from the cold, soulless memory factory it once was.

[Doc took an easy way out once. He should probably have learnt from that mistake. Still, you can't fault a man from hoping that things really could be that simple.]

It would have been much easier to not bring you here in the first place, I would imagine. [Plenty of non-angelic folk to choose from. Billions, if population data is to be believed. Also, it's hardly cheating if you ~~don't get caught~~ are doing something well within your means. Bringing them here against their will, stealing their sharp and dangerous possessions is already cheating, surely.]

Do not tell me you expect me to believe there is a heaven and God and all the rest of it, Mister Castiel. [Doc just laughs at that and looks over at Castiel somewhat incredulously.]

Possibly. But I suspect that, whatever this place is, it doesn't like the easy way of things. [Mathias Township seems like a town of riddles and mystery, the kind of place that, no matter how abandoned and desolate it may look at first glance, enjoys keeping people on its toes.

At Henry's response, Castiel just snorts, grinning wryly. He should probably keep the fact that God is now, technically, a three year old, to himself, as well as the fact that God is also the son of Lucifer. Probably best to avoid that particular minefield for the time being.]

I can't tell you or anticipate what you may or may not believe. I only have what I've experienced, and, prior to arriving here, I was in Heaven.

Was it nice? [Probably one of the most asked questions, no doubt, but Doc hadn't gotten around to finding out yet. There isn't a place for him in Heaven, so it's not like he's going to get to find out what it's like for himself. Ain't nobody he knows or had known that would be destined for heaven, come to think of it. He doesn't keep good company.]

Something happen up there that required some rebuilding? [Rebuilding, Castiel had said. Probably not with a hammer and nails. Or maybe that is what he meant.]

Yes, I believe we finally made it so. It's still a work in progress, I think. But it's vastly improved over what it used to be. [Now that Heaven is open, with people free to roam and connect with all of their loved ones, Castiel truly feels as though Heaven lives up to its promises of Paradise. Castiel is grateful that Jack worked with him to help reshape Heaven; he feels truly proud and accomplished at everything they were able to achieve.

He quirks a wry smile at Henry's next question.] The original design was very flawed. Used to be that Heaven was personalized for each individual in that you were always alone, reliving your best memories for the rest of eternity, with special exceptions for certain soulmates who could be together. It sounds nicer than it actually was. Heaven is now open, and people can visit with who they like, making new memories for themselves forever. No more reliving the same moments over and over again.

I see. [It actually sounds nice, assuming you don't remember how many times you've relived the highlight reel. If you do then maybe it's tedious, almost a different kind of torture.]

Would be nice to go, but euh... that is not where I am headed, I am sure. Not where many people are headed, try as they might. [It is one thing to try and do right by others as best you can, to always try and do the right thing. But it is not possible to buy passage into heaven without having a modicum of faith, or so he believes. And he thinks he doesn't have any faith left to give anymore.]

Maybe you could lower the entry requirement too, while you're at it. Give some of us poor fools a chance. [Doc's only joking, and it should show in the way he's smiling in a way that reaches his eyes.]

I can't speak for your world, of course. But I am certain you would be welcome in the Heaven I've just come from. God is...more understanding than people give him credit for. [Castiel believes in Jack; he always has. And he believes Jack, determined to undo the more toxic practices of Heaven, will certainly act more lenient as to who makes it to Heaven and who doesn't. Doing right and 'earning' one's place in Heaven are two different things, after all.

He quirks a smile at Henry's observation, shaking his head.]

I believe that shouldn't be a problem now. Everyone has a fool's chance of making it in, I think.

That is most kind of you to say, not knowing the lengths and depths of my transgressions. [But he has had plenty of time to be committing said transgressions and he is certain that even a forgiving and merciful God would take one look at John Henry Holliday and kick him to the kerb.]

Or. Maybe you do, but you are saying it anyway. Thank you, either way. [What does Doc know of angels and what they are and aren't capable of? To date he has only met demons who keep trying to fuck him and the Earps over.]

Seems like our new friend isn't going anywhere in a hurry. We are retracing our steps. [You don't need to be an expert tracker to see their footprints in the snow. At least it's been a full rotation, just about, and they aren't being attacked unprovoked. That's a good sign.]

Who would I be to judge anyone else for their transgressions? I've made plenty of my own, in my own time, not to be hypocritical for it. [Castiel knows this well. He also knows that he's paid for those transgressions, but that doesn't change the fact that he's made them to begin with.

When Henry mentions that they seem to have retraced their own steps, Castiel glances down and sees that he is right.] Indeed. Should we call it a night, then?

[He was expecting more judgement and less... self-awareness. This takes him by surprise - in a good way. He flashes Cas a tight-lipped smile that is near impossible to see in the dark, though it can be heard in the tone of his voice.]

It seems they do not wish to be spoken with nor do they mean any harm, for now. [Doc is sufficiently satisfied at this juncture to leave them be.] Allow me to walk you home. It is on the way. [Not that he thinks an angel would be needing his help getting anywhere, but. There is no reason to be parting ways right here when they are headed in the same direction to the same street.]

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