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Cas had long ago tuned out Angel radio, but now, being here, it was overwhelming. It didn't help matters that most of the chatter was about him.
Good and bad.
Mostly bad.
He was not well liked in Heaven, and he wasn't surprised. He took a deep breath and headed down the corridor, not even certain where he was going.
A few minutes later he rounded a corner to find some fellow Angels cleaning a very ornate hall. Everyone stopped and stared at him. A dark hair angel smirked and walked over to where Cas stood.
‘Here, take these and clean up your mess, Castiel!’ He sneered, shoving a mop towards Cas.