It isn't often Castiel finds another domain with a Judeo-Christian church, and despite himself, he's curious. If he'd had several more seasons under his belt, he might've know better, but alas. Its contemporary, no grand cathedral, but more realistic that way. The pews are well worn, the organ old but grand, and beautifully crafted stain glass.

It isn't until he's moved on from the altar and started to inspect the stained glass that suspicion starts to set in. When he picks up a hymn book and reads the name of the church printed across the spine.

St. Michael's.

Well shit.

As if electricity shot through him, Cas straightens up, glances one direction then the other, and could swear he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He whips around, ready to flee, only to nearly barrel into a familiar face. Oops.

Caught. Cas clears his throat awkwardly, fiddling with the hymn book still in his hands.

"Hello, brother."