The beach that Castiel arrives on seems to stretch into the distance forever. He walks along the shore, leaving a endless long line of footprints in the sand that stretch off into the distance like rows of marching ants when he looks back to view his progress. There's something very strange about this place, not least of how he got here (which is, bafflingly, a mystery).

Except for the waves, it's utterly silent. No sea birds wheeling overhead, no crabs scuttling underfoot, no ocean creatures breaching. It's as though he's the only living thing in existence.

Which is, frankly, terrifying.

And then suddenly, with great relief, Castiel finds he's not alone.

After being given an explanation for his presence here, Castiel wanders outside with his new phone clutched in his hand. He doesn't seem to notice the people moving around him, even if he bumps into them— His mind far away elsewhere. Grappling with the gravity of the situation, no doubt. But if someone stops nearby him, he'll eventually ask,

"Do you think Ellipsa has gas stations?"

Castiel isn't sure entirely how he got here. He's not one to answer an invitation, no matter how kindly it's meant, and he hasn't been here long enough to help in any way that matters. But ever since the beach he arrived on, he can't help but feel a certain curiosity toward the sea.

And so here he is, wandering the beach-side in nothing but a pair of white boxers (trying to fit in), and not partaking in any of the games. Maybe someone can convince him?