As the two, painfully out of place, men departed the international airport they attempted to flash to Anna's location. Castiel, having a stronger connection to her, felt a slight twinge when he tried. Almost as though he was barely able to locate her. Both failed, they locked eyes, sadness evident in their gaze.

"I think she's too far away," Uraiel's voice held lament. Though if it was due to the fact he would be on the continent longer than he'd planned, or due to genuine concern Castiel was unsure.

"Perhaps. I felt her, but it was hazy. Indistinct," The younger of the two struggled to figure it out. It could just be an affect of her being too far away.

"I have one who prays to me. He's a contact on this side. I shall go to him, and see what information he may have." Uriel turned somber eyes on Castiel. "This means you'll have to wait. I do not think he will respond well to your presence."

He didn't like splitting up for obvious reasons, but Castiel understood the reasoning behind the decision. He nodded once, sharply. The sooner Uriel left, the sooner he'd return. It was only moments later that Uriel flashed away, having located his Normal.

People moved around Castiel. Every single one of them had a clear destination in mind. But not him. Awkward as hell he moved out of the main crowd and stood against the side of the nearest building. Normals passed by him, mostly unaware of his existence. What unnerved him when someone did notice him. His eyes would meet with a stranger's and the Normal would smirk. It was secretive and disturbing. Almost as though his very presence was humorous to everyone but himself.

'What have I gotten myself into?' Once Castiel had counted over 30 strange reactions to his bright blue eyes, he decided to go incognito. Or as incognito as an uptight, yet disheveled Castiel could get. 'The sun's out. Sunglasses would hide my eye colour well enough.' With a solid goal in mind, he moved away from the airport and further into the crowded city. At a cursory glance everything was nearly the same as the Holy City. There were roads, and building. Sidewalks for pedestrians, and the same type of cars stuck in lunch time traffic. Traffic signals where nearly the same. Here, though, the green light was on top, and back home the red light is usually on top.

Castiel stopped himself from snorting at that. It was silly and vain, but a sure sign that he was indeed in the right city. It was only a few blocks walk before he located a small shop. Briskly he walked in, ready to end this pensive torture, and snagged the first pair of regular sunglasses. Silent as always he approached the counter. A young man was working; his eyes glued to the small television mounted on the wall. Castiel dropped the item and 10$ on the counter. The man looked up as he the broke the bill and went to return the cash. Realization dawned in his brown eyes. A serious, and somewhat harassed, looking blue eye was trying to buy sunglasses. Blatantly he began laughing as he handed over the money.

Displeasure marred Castiel's handsome features. Without a word he quickly put the sunglasses on and entered the streets once more. It has been less than an hour and already he has no plans to ever return to this continent. Once again, he awkward and in the way as people pushed past the lone Novak. He was treated like any other person. Castiel never thought of himself as self important, but he did miss the respectful regard the Holy City Normals would show him. Though he never responded to the smiles, the flirting, it was preferable to having young punks laughing in his face.

Irritation creeped up and he focused on smoothing the emotion out. He needed to remain tranquil. It didn't take long, the emotion falling under his command. A glance at his watch showed Uriel has been absent for around an hour and a half now. Castiel made the executive decision to follow him. It's been long enough, and they needed to stick together.

For a moment Castiel thought of Uriel. Everything that he was, and reached out to him. In a moment he'd successfully flashed. He found himself in total darkness, before he realized he was indoors and could no longer reasonably wear sunglasses. He pushed them up atop is head and took in his new surroundings. Where ever he was now, didn't appear that safe. The few windows were spray painted black, with only fragments of sunlight showing through. Dilapidated desks and chairs were scattered in the far corner. There was a thick layer of dust and debris over every flat surface. Worst of all he couldn't immediately see Uriel.

Seeing as how he flashed on this location, his cousin had to be nearby. 'What is going on?'

"Uriel?" Castiel called out, his voice sounding far more impressive than usual as it echoed in the concrete space. Only silence followed. Concern began to rear itself; this time he didn't bother to quell the emotion. Something was wrong. Castiel was unarmed, but not physically incapable. And if a confrontation was inevitable he could flash himself back to that corner store. Gingerly he advanced through the dark space. He headed to the far corner, hoping to find any clue about the situation or even the entrance to another room.

He passed a broken pipe, it looked newly mangled, torn from the wall. Fresh water trickled down from the open line. Nearby the dust covering the ground appeared kicked up. It was as though there were several people there at one point. Castiel progressed further back. A long piece of twine brushed against his cheek, making him flinch. He grabbed the string and followed it up to the ceiling. 'Huh. So that's where the light is.'

Castiel tugged gently on the line, and a single dingy light bulb lit the space. It didn't give him a great view. He could see more debris, and grimaced as cockroaches he was previously unaware of scattered. About 5 feet away from him was a large dark spot on the ground. Adrenalin shot through his system. 'No, no, no, please don't let that be Uriel's blood.'

Crouching down, and sampling the liquid between his fingers confirmed his fear. That was blood. There was no way to determine whose. Fight or flight kicked in, and Fight took charge. He needed to find Uriel and get out of this place. No longer as cautious as he should probably be, Castiel stormed further back. Aggressively he kicked a table aside to make room. Within' a minute a thin strip of light became visible on the back wall. To Castiel it seemed like a doorway.

Chemicals pumped through his veins, giving him more courage than normal. Gaining momentum he reached the doorway and kicked the industrial door right on it's old handle. The door flew open easily, seeing as how it wasn't even locked. The sudden flood of light assaulted his unprepared eyes. He tried to block the light source with his hand. There was movement to his right, but he didn't react fast enough. A blinding pain exploded behind his eyes. Everything went fuzzy.

The cool concrete was pressed against his cheek. A painfully high pitched ringing was destroying his ears. Castiel wasn't sure when that had happened. Why was his skull on fire? Sluggishly he dragged his arm up, and pressed his hand to the place that hurt the most. It was wet. Sticky even. Castiel groaned unintelligibly. Slowly, very slowly he rolled onto his stomach, and tried to pull his legs under him. The first steps in trying to stand. The ringing in his ears started to break. He realized it was voices he was hearing. They were male.

Someone kicked him in the ribs. He was knocked back onto his side. Unable to move at the moment, he focused instead on trying to understand. Bits and pieces of words floated about his brain: "Concussion!" - "One blue eye.. only more will show" - "Uriel said that.." - "We gotta call in."

It was too much. The talking, the noise, the pain, the bright lights, all of it over stimulated the injured man and he retched on the floor before passing out. Unable to stop himself Castiel embraced sweet darkness. He could only hope he and Uriel would make it out of this alive.

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That's it for tonight. Honestly I'm not entirely sure what's even going on. I just sit down and starting typing what comes to mind.

Tell me what you think!