The angel had been about to respond to the woman in the center of the demon trap, but the appearance of God cancelled the need for it. Castiel was unsure of Lorelei, naturally, but he couldn't quash the flicker of curiosity about her that sparked inside of him.
She seemed rational. Was she really as unstable as her reputation? "I'll see what I can do," Cas replied to God's orders. His brows knit together in a thoughtful manner, though he was slightly exasperated by the command.
Go /find/ hunters? Where should he look and how many did God require?Castiel stood for a moment looking around, rocking on his heels, and trying to decide what to do. It was then that he heard a car pull up and park in the hotel lot behind them.
Who was walking into the situation in the hotel now? He quickly sensed a human and, if so, maybe it would be best if he tried to deter them from staying. He understood the weather was unhelpful for those traveling right now, but they could be blindly walking into a dangerous scenario with things they wouldn't understand if they were the average Joe.
Cas glanced over his shoulder and willed the burning devil's trap to snuff itself. No sense leaving the flames if they were no longer going to serve a purpose, what with Lorelei's abrupt departure at God's command. He headed out of the forest and passed by the newly arrived car; the engine was still warm and it was causing steam to rise from the hood as the colder rain spattered against it. By chance, he glanced a the driver and the bag she was exiting the car with. He was close enough to see some of the contents of Catori's bag when she turned around to slam the car door shut, before she began to make a run for cover at the hotel.
Salt. She had a container of salt. Only hunters (or very strange chefs) traveled around with containers of salt handy.
"You," Castiel barked, reaching out a hand as if to stop the woman in her tracks. He didn't have time for niceties -- time to be right to the point, then.
"Do you believe in God?" To anyone else it might have sounded like some kind of strange threat -- tact wasn't necessarily Castiel's strong suit when it came to interacting with humans. Sure, he knew a bit more about it than most other angels because he had voluntarily spent time with humans over the years, but no one was going to ever mistake Castiel for being
"smooth" with his moves.
"Nevermind," he added after half a second of consideration, sharply flicking his wrist as if to somehow erase his previous question from the record.
"I need you to come with me. Now."
Marik
TokyoPewPew
calling you out rn tbh