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[ Castiel seemed to find himself in this carnival. It had seemed he had … awoken in some place unfamiliar.

Angels didn’t sleep. That was the first thing Castiel when knew something was wrong. Then the familiarity of having a lack of power met him. Either he had been swept into an alternate universe, or a location under magic that sealed his powers. Eve had once done this before, but now she was dead. Castiel also knew some angels could overpower him… at least, they could before. And he doubted Crowley had the means to be able to do this. Perhaps this was Raphael’s doing. But sending him to… a run down carnival, that yet seemed somehow fairly occupied?

He almost doubted it.

Castiel was growing irritated the more he realized his situation. He was yet again another… ‘big baby in a trench coat’, as Dean so liked to put it. And that thought didn’t make him any more content. He needed to find Purgatory. The fight for the sous was drawing ever nearer and Dean and Sam were on his and Crowley’s trail, making the need to continue on with his goal ever more of a narrow, desperate path.

No time to waste, Castiel tried to look for a way out of here. Or in the least, materials that could be used in a spell. That is, if magic still managed to work in this location. However, his strained look on his face showed what was very inevitable.

Little Castiel was lost. ]