[Well, if anyone were to be cracking jokes about death and spirits at a moment like this, it would be Dean Winchester; Castiel rolls his eyes in response, but the flicker of warmth he feels in chest at the familiarity of said banter comforts him, in a way.] Well, last I checked, I'm an angel, not a ghost, so, no, I don't think I count.
[Castiel glances back at the lights; a valid question. They have no way of knowing what could be causing this, but Castiel would assume, if it isn't ghosts, that it must be magic of some kind.]
Magic, I would think. But I don't know this place, Dean; I don't know this town, or whatever...realm this is supposed to be. If anything, this almost reminds me of Purgatory, but with far less monsters so far.
[He considers Dean with another look, debating how far he wants to inquire. He's trying to treat this like a normal conversation, even if his instincts make him feel like he's trying to walk around broken glass.]
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[Castiel glances back at the lights; a valid question. They have no way of knowing what could be causing this, but Castiel would assume, if it isn't ghosts, that it must be magic of some kind.]
Magic, I would think. But I don't know this place, Dean; I don't know this town, or whatever...realm this is supposed to be. If anything, this almost reminds me of Purgatory, but with far less monsters so far.
[He considers Dean with another look, debating how far he wants to inquire. He's trying to treat this like a normal conversation, even if his instincts make him feel like he's trying to walk around broken glass.]
Did you and Sam get the kids back?