The first sound to break the silence is the cry for help, and it's faint but distinct, unmistakable for what it is, and all but immediately Castiel feels his blood run cold - in so dank and dark a place as this, a cry for help feels ominous. His head turns, blue eyes wide and searching as they sweep the area around him, and all but immediately he's moving further into the room, cocking his head to discern the direction of the cry for help.
"Hello? Where are you?" he asks, quick and panicked while he moves swiftly toward the Eastern archway, where he thinks he might have heard the voice coming from. How could someone have made it here, to this place so remote and alone? He's made it here, of course, but had he not stumbled across it accidentally, he never would have known that this was here at all, but to think that two people could have found their way to this hidden hole in the world..
Well, that doesn't matter, really, not right now; what matters is helping whoever is calling for him; Castiel can't really help his altruistic nature, and lending a hand is a snap, instant decision. Tugging the hood of his cloak down, he ducks into the Eastern arch, peering into the dark corridor. "Can you hear me?"
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"Hello? Where are you?" he asks, quick and panicked while he moves swiftly toward the Eastern archway, where he thinks he might have heard the voice coming from. How could someone have made it here, to this place so remote and alone? He's made it here, of course, but had he not stumbled across it accidentally, he never would have known that this was here at all, but to think that two people could have found their way to this hidden hole in the world..
Well, that doesn't matter, really, not right now; what matters is helping whoever is calling for him; Castiel can't really help his altruistic nature, and lending a hand is a snap, instant decision. Tugging the hood of his cloak down, he ducks into the Eastern arch, peering into the dark corridor. "Can you hear me?"