The two Angels finally made a lot of good deductions with helps from the Fates. With what the Fates told them, they understood that Yaldaboth is a pagan god vastly more powerful than any other earthly or universal deities, yet he's a blind fool with little awareness. They also surmised that the followers, Children of the Sun, were proto-human attempts to copy God before He himself created humans. A copycat who created the work before the original artist, which visibly disgusted Cass, though the entire notion was rather humorous to Balthazar and for good measure, perhaps Lucifer would be too. With some of the pictures taken in the African underground cave, Castiel and Balthazar finally realized the place was not exactly a temple of worship, but the door to the prison holding Yaldaboth, or rather, pieces of Yaldaboth, from entering the world. Even worse, the place was not meant for worship, it was meant for the followers to siphon Yaldaboth's godlike powers for themselves. Like the Fate said, "A god of many parasites". As they summarized the general information about Yaldaboth and his followers, Cas and Balthazar went in depth with the connections between the Children of the Sun and the Archons. Adam-el-Asem was Yaldaboth's first attempt at a proto-human, and with him destroying his own creator, both of the Angels deduced that he must have incredible powers and magic on his own. They tried to research lores regarding this...Adam, but the more accurate lore itself has been lost through time and the current source of information are either conflated with God's Adam. Or simply, wrong.
To check up their deductions, Castiel and Balthazar tried to track the ley lines in that African coal mine that had become rather familiar to their presence. To their surprise, the ley lines truly make no sense at all. The inter-connected threads of mystical lines should usually be between the earthly locations to conjure its spiritual effects. This ley line was by definition, not even a ley line, for it has no spiritual essence at all. It was magical purely by its own accords. Castiel lit up the palm of his hands to track down the ley line, which just outstretch into infinity. It was as if the lines have no original source at all. Or even if it has a source, it must be from other dimensions, other worlds. Both Angels agreed on the second theory, since that's how this world's ley lines work. They have also realized that maybe, just maybe, the cult and the humans made by the fake God Yaldaboth must be on the other side of that unending lines since the threads of reality was in a constant flux. Meaning they've been making contacts, and the temple being revived from obscurity was the people contacted doing the dirty works. While Balthazar rightfully suspected the theory due to the inherently circumstantial evidences it is built upon, he nevertheless agreed that it is a plausible thinking. As they were about to tear open the pathways to that different world, something dragged them in. This mysterious force, it was some kind of primordial, cosmic light generating unnatural level of gravitational force. It was really indescribable, with colours that do not even exist in the world. Whatever the thing is, it dragged two powerful Angels into its vortex. Castiel and Balthazar experienced a strong distortion not only in their human vessel, but also in their true form. It was so damn strong that it was as if they were put into a blender, even if they were not truly harmed.
Falling over the void of colors, Castiel accidentally landed in one of the universe whereas Balthazar arrived elsewhere. Owing to his status as a cosmic being beyond the orders of all created thing, Castiel's imminent arrival was not a quiet one. It was a shower of meteorite igniting all of the Grand Canyon. Awaken in a strange universe with no way of returning to his home due to the mercurial laws of Heaven, Castiel tried to at least gauge the magical system in this Universe for it might be much stronger than that of the Winchester's. It might produce a sufficient power to open a portal back there, and maybe, just maybe, track down where in the loving God Balthazar fell into too. Luck and fortune were not on Castiel's side this time though. Bound by the cosmic laws was bad enough, yet this world does not even have magic at all. Not at all powerless but unfortunately, Castiel could not use his wings to get out
Even if this world couldn't help him, Castiel thought to himself that he should at least know something about this world. He traversed all of the globe at the rate in which human's eyes could barely blink, during which something caught his attentions. This Earth does not have supernatural beings or monsters like Werewolves, Vampires or Cultivated animals but they have superhumans with really unique powers that no human in Castiel's Earth ever shown. Some superhumans have dazing speed, some can fly, some can regenerate from the most mangled state, some can even optically project rays of energy. All of which were quite amusing prospects to Cass.
He first stopped to get some burger and milkshake for some ecstasy-like refreshments. At a burger restaurant, Castiel could not help but notice a big 'V' letter there along with a poster of a group called "The Seven".
"Excuse me, what is this poster of the Seven here", Cas innocently asked the server.
"Seriously?", the server responded with a confused grimace.
"Are they famous or something?", Cas continued his innocent questioning.
The server could not help it but to burst out laughing at this guy. To her, who the hell does not know who The Seven - the greatest superheroes to ever exist - are? She does not know whether if this man was joking or purely stupid, but she decided to patiently help him regardless
"So the Seven is the collection of the seven greatest superheroes in the world. They're A-Train, the fastest man alive. Um...the Deep, who ruled the ocean, I think. Queen Meave, the bravest Empress alive. Starlight, the brightest angel of all...
Cass immediately spitted his drink onto the table upon hearing "brightest angel of all" due to the sheer unbelievability of such a phrase.
"...Stormfront, a Norweign storm goddess. Black Noir, the cool ninja assassin. And the greatest of the greatest superhero, Homelander"
Cass spitted his drink once again. He's shocked to hear that of all the superheroes he ever encountered in his angelic existence, Homelander is inarguably the stupidest name he had ever heard of.
"Homelander? He lands flying home?", Castiel honestly and earnestly asked.
By now, the server kind of just got bored with Castiel's oddity and politely told him off to return to work. Well at least for now, Cass knew exactly what he was facing. A bunch of supes with out-of-nowhere stupid nickname. Should be quite simple in comparison to the speck of infernal bile humans and Angels called "demons".
Walking down the street utterly confused by this strange new world, Cass thought he might at well got to know how in the miracle of God did the humans of this world managed to achieve such a height of wondrous talents. "Little Sammy and Big Dean would have love to see this", Cass thought to himself. Maybe he should even bring them here if he ever get the chance. As he strolled down the road aimlessly, Cass saw a photo of the one and only...Robert Singer, an up-and-going politician. Hoping that maybe an alternate variant of his friend might help, Castiel immediately transported into the White House to met him.