Castiel jumps a little when he hears the footsteps approaching, and the low, growling breath of the beast, and he watches him approach, throat squeezed tight, hand in a fist, holding his cloak to his neck.

"My.. my room?"

Castiel sounds hesitant, confused, his brow drawn tight over his eyes as he tries to search the face of his new captor, to discern his features but it's still so dim, and night is fully upon them now, makes it all but impossible to get a read on what he really looks like. It seems too that he's purposefully staying out of the shafts of light, hiding his visage purposefully.