Castiel strode across the camp, blue eyes warily keeping track of his surroundings. He wasn’t sure if all the protection sigils were up, so it was best to keep his eyes open. Besides, with the mixture of demon, human, alien,andAngels, it was difficult to set up too much. It left him feeling vulnerable, but, what could you do?
His first idea, when leaving his shack of a cabin, was to find people. Finding people meant finding the food first. It was getting late, so he figured dinner would be soon. He wasn’t much keen on eating, so meal habits still eluded him. Now that they were at camp, things like inventory and supply runs would need to be done. Surely someone somewhere needed help with something. The idea was, of course, to track down Sam. Going to wherever dinner would be was still the best option.
He slowed when he saw the flash of blue of the TARDIS, suddenly torn. Go on and see if he could find the elusive eating place and therefore, maybe, Sam, or go see the Doctor, who was the closest thing to a leader the camp had other than the Winchesters? He stood awkwardly in the middle of the worn down path, completely still and frowning darkly.