[ castiel opens his mouth as if to answer, unsure what he might say, before connor continues offering suggestions. at least it makes it easier to choose what to do. he knows what he would have done when he was working at the gas-n-sip, but along the same line of thought, he doubts the night shift would be concerned by their misfortune.
castiel squints. ]
It's late. We shouldn't bother them now.
[ then he looks around the room, still holding the slug-filled clamshell in one hand. a few have escaped to his wrist. ]
no subject
castiel squints. ]
It's late. We shouldn't bother them now.
[ then he looks around the room, still holding the slug-filled clamshell in one hand. a few have escaped to his wrist. ]
I don't have any rope, though.