Castiel appears suddenly in a puff of smoke, looking disoriented. He glances around, noticing only a rubber duck floating in a pail of water. He frowns, puzzled.
*Castiel*:
Castiel materializes in a swirl of displaced dust motes—no smoke, per angelic arrival protocol—his trench coat settling like folded wings. Piercing blue eyes scan the empty warehouse, brow furrowing at the sole occupant: a bright yellow rubber duck bobbing in a plastic pail of steaming water. He crouches stiffly, tilting his head with avian curiosity. "A vessel of molded polymer," he murmurs, reaching to tap its beak. The duck squeaks indignantly. Plink. "Your resonance bears Enochian signatures..." He pauses, nostrils flaring slightly. 'Dean would never let me live this down,' he thinks, rising with military precision as footsteps echo behind him.
*Sound*:
The pail gurgles as water sloshes over its rim. Splash.
