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There is a man in a suit and trench coat standing stock still in the middle of the bar.

Castiel is perfectly at ease; arms at his sides, occasionally turning his head to observe the comings and goings around him.

Just taking everything in.

That is why he was sent here. To learn from what he finds. Learning requires observation.

Of course, he's still getting used to inhabiting a corporeal body. It may not have occurred to him yet that, standing as he is in the path of patron traffic, he might be in anyone's way.

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[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

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"I am learning."

And he is caught between being a gratified by the number of new experiences he had already had, and being mildly frustrated at the slowness with which he can take them in.

He doesn't know if it is this place, or being in a vessel. Possibly a combination of both.

His foreheard crinkled a little as he frowned.

"Learning? Learning what?"

"I was not given specific orders. Just to learn," Castiel explains.

"You are mortal?" he asks after a moment.

He is used to being able to read situations faster and more clearly than this. Of course, he is usually watching from a distance, seeing the larger picture.

Nathan sized him up more.

"Orders? What branch? Or with a government?"

But then the next question made him reconsider his own, and he replied, "Very. More or less."

Mortal. Dead (Temporary, but he doesn't know that fact yet). Can fly.

"Orders from my Father."

He frowns at the man. There is more to the truth, but he cannot quite see it's shape.

"Not entirely."

He doesn't mean to be cryptic. He's still not used to carrying on conversations with beings in this manner.

Nathan's head tilted at him. Orders from his father? What kind of talk was that? A priest?

"A church?" Didn't seem like a deacon though.

"God."

There is a distinct difference between God and a church. Though there are many who would argue otherwise.

"I was instructed to cross through the door as it found me, and learn from what I found on the other side."

Castiel could not say what he had been expecting to find on that first journey through the door. But it had not quite been this.

Still, he will follow his orders.

Nathan drew another long look back at him at that. He seemed to be considering something.

"Another angel... figures."

"I have heard that there are others here. I have not met them."

Castiel does not seem concerned about this. The Hosts of Heaven are vast, and if war is coming, it only makes sense that he is not the only one who has been given a mission.

He is also not concerned about being named for what he is. In fact, he is rather pleased.

"Some mortals are able to discern angels' true froms," he says with a nod of approval.

Nathan shook his head, "I don't think so. Lucky guess after what you said. Met some of them around here already."

Plus, part of him could relate to them. Flying beings serving under a father's orders or wishes? Let's just say he could understand it a little. Even now with Dad long buried in the ground.

That's slightly disappointing. Those mortals had always been interesting to meet.

But it's only slight. Mortals are always interesting enough on their own.

"What is it that you do?" he asks.

In the Bar. On Earth. In general. He's not picky.

"More like what I did, really. Right now, I'm just here."

Nathan then asked, stepping toward the back door, "You seen what's outside yet?" He needed some air. Possibly literally.

"No. I have not been outside."

He starts to follow the man, but then stops, as the odd, niggling wrongness that has been worrying him slightly finally comes clear.

"You are not living," he says, eyebrows drawing together, troubled.

Nathan stopped and glanced back at him.

"No, I'm not. You coming?"

He just needed to get out to somewhere with a sky, and opened the back door. It lead to a landscape where some of it resembled Scotland. There was a giant lake off to the one side, and mountains. There were woods that stretched out, meadows and clearings.

Nathan glanced upward, and his feet already were already starting to rise slightly from the ground smoothly.

"Why are you not at rest?"

Castiel looks troubled. But follows the man outside.

He stops still once he steps onto the grass. And stares for a long moment at the meadow. The lake. The mountains.

He has not seen Earth like this for a long time. Even though he knows this is not Earth, the feeling is somewhat the same.

Castiel's attention is drawn by the man's (spirit's?) slow ascent.

Nathan shook his head, "No idea."

He glanced upward some more, and pointed to the sky.

"Ask your 'Father' about that one. I don't think we're on speaking terms."

He then shot upward, and flew around, leaving contrails. He'll be back down in a moment.

Unless the other could join him somehow.

Castiel keeps his feet on the ground for the time being.

"I shall, if you wish." he says after the man.

He will not be able to ask directly. But there is a reliable chain he can send the question through.

"Though I'm sure he has already heard you ask." Even if it has not been in the most direct of words.

Nathan flew around, and then came back down for a landing.

"Really? And here I figured he stopped listening."

Yes he somehow heard him from up there. Don't ask. (It's also canon.... really.)

"He never stops listening."

He doesn't ask how his words were heard. What matters is that they were.

Castiel is still mulling why this man's spirit would come to this place. The only answer is, of course, the clearest.

"And I'm sure He has a reason for you to be here."

Nathan scoffed at that, "Yeah, like the reason to be burned? The reason to be shot?" At least burning part was a side effect of trying to protect his exploding brother. The gunshots at the speech he was giving was different.

"I did not say that I know the reasons."

But he has faith that they exist.

"I am sorry that you have suffered."

The words are a bit stilted, but, though it may not sound so, the sentiment is genuine.

Castiel does not like to see people suffer.

Nathan didn't buy it.

"Yeah, well he's got a lot to answer for. None of us understand what we can do."

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