[Castiel isn't doing much of anything at home, drawing sigils on a pad of fancy and expensive drawing paper that Crowley had bought him 'so he would stay in the house and stop picking up whores'. He was in the middle of planning a modification to one of his locating spells when he hears the prayer, and sets his pad of paper and pencil down on the couch.
In a soft flutter of wings he appears, completely unbothered or even noticing that they're in a womens' restroom and he probably shouldn't be in it, tilting his head slightly at Mary.]
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In a soft flutter of wings he appears, completely unbothered or even noticing that they're in a womens' restroom and he probably shouldn't be in it, tilting his head slightly at Mary.]
I am now.