Castiel has kept himself cloistered, hasn't bothered to try to leave his room again because there's no real reason to just yet. He's curious, wants to explore every nook of the castle, but he's also sore and angry still, aggravated by his host, doesn't want to chance seeing him again lest he lose his temper.
So he remains tucked away, quietly licking his wounds, staring out of the window until his gnawing hunger finally evaporates into simple hollowness, and he doesn't feel it anymore.
When the bang to the door comes, Castiel nearly jumps out of his skin, shaken from his thoughts abruptly, and it takes him a moment, but soon he gathers himself and stands, smoothing his hands down over his shirt, and clearing his throat. He opens the door, but says nothing, offers nothing, only waits for Dean to speak, or lead him to wherever he's meant to go, whichever comes first.
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Date: 19 Jun 2016 17:16 (UTC)So he remains tucked away, quietly licking his wounds, staring out of the window until his gnawing hunger finally evaporates into simple hollowness, and he doesn't feel it anymore.
When the bang to the door comes, Castiel nearly jumps out of his skin, shaken from his thoughts abruptly, and it takes him a moment, but soon he gathers himself and stands, smoothing his hands down over his shirt, and clearing his throat. He opens the door, but says nothing, offers nothing, only waits for Dean to speak, or lead him to wherever he's meant to go, whichever comes first.