Castiel stood looking around him, a man in in his thirties with brown hair, blue eyes, and five o'clock shadow. He wore a tan overcoat over a charcoal grey suit, white shirt, and blue tie. His expression was that of concern.
"This place," he said in a near gravely monotone, "It's warded. I can't leave."
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Date: 2014-10-19 08:49 am (UTC)"This place," he said in a near gravely monotone, "It's warded. I can't leave."