At first, Castiel doesn't pay Sam much mind. He's a part of the memory, and it takes a second to realize that he's not following his script, so to speak. It's easy to lose track in a place like this, a place that so closely resembles Heaven.
Not that Castiel will ever get to enjoy something like this when he dies. He has very little idea of what happens to angels when they're destroyed. From what he understands, they simply cease to exist, no afterlife available to them. Maybe that's for the best.
He opens up the door and slips out of the car, shutting it behind him and then leaning against it as he considers Sam's question. He takes a look around. There's nothing particularly special about the setting, and it might seem like just another day in the life to Sam. But it's got greater meaning for Castiel.
"I've told you before that I would rather be working alongside you and Dean than handling affairs in Heaven," he starts. "This was the closest I got to having that." Before it all fell apart on him, that is. He's not sure what his future holds, but as far as he's aware, this is the best that it gets.
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Not that Castiel will ever get to enjoy something like this when he dies. He has very little idea of what happens to angels when they're destroyed. From what he understands, they simply cease to exist, no afterlife available to them. Maybe that's for the best.
He opens up the door and slips out of the car, shutting it behind him and then leaning against it as he considers Sam's question. He takes a look around. There's nothing particularly special about the setting, and it might seem like just another day in the life to Sam. But it's got greater meaning for Castiel.
"I've told you before that I would rather be working alongside you and Dean than handling affairs in Heaven," he starts. "This was the closest I got to having that." Before it all fell apart on him, that is. He's not sure what his future holds, but as far as he's aware, this is the best that it gets.