When Castiel shows up in Asgard again, it's as if he'd never left. No time has passed for him at home, though he feels this odd sense of disorientation upon opening his eyes; he's not where he was when he last remembers here, and he's certainly not at home. The sets of memories are balances again when the memories of Asgard should, theoretically, be more prominent, and it only takes a brief look around for Castiel realize that things have changed. Time has indeed passed, and he doesn't know why he has a gap in his memory.

He's confused, a little lost, and it takes a moment before he figures out what he need to do. He needs to find Daphne, find Sam, figure out what's happened, but then he stops as something else hits him. What if they're not here any longer? If time has really passed, then what if they...

Castiel clenches his jaw a bit and firmly stops that train of thought, as it won't do him any good. He needs to actually find out the answer, and he can only do that by looking for his wife and his friends, so he sets out toward Freyr district. That's where his apartment with Daphne is--or was?--and it's a good place to start.

It's only when he starts walking--and wobbles a little bit on his first step--that he realizes he's injured. Looking down at himself reveals his shirts is open and there are wounds across his chest; touching his face earns a wince when he feels the cuts there. So he did go home and return, then, just from the same point in time? Has that ever happened before?

It still doesn't matter, he reminds himself, and begins walking again. Daphne, and Sam, and his friends are all far more important than some cuts.

Castiel is watching where he's walking rather than in front of him, so when he hears his name he has to look up suddenly to see who it is. When he realizes it's Sam there's an overwhelming sense of relief, at least for a moment, and he stops to allow his friend to reach him.

The steadying helps but the grip on his shoulders is a little much, though not enough to complain about or outweigh the benefit of not having to worry about pitching over. "I'm not sure." He answers, honestly, reaching up to hold onto Sam's arms like an anchor in return. "I think that I... I think I returned to our world, and then here again before any time had passed."

He frowns up at Sam, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I have to find Daphne."

"I need to check the apartment." Castiel answers, frowning more, not just putting it together that Sam just came from there. "I need to be certain she's alright." She could be alone, or lost, or injured or who knows what else. Who knows what happened, especially if she returned to their world and came back just as they had.

[Castiel had let Sam fuss over him, had caught up with Jo and Ash and figured out what was going on, and then eventually had been shooed off to rest. In all that time he'd been too nervous to check the list of individuals present in Asgard, afraid that the name he's looking for won't be there.

He'd managed to fall asleep, too exhausted from everything in their world for even his thoughts to keep him awake, and therefore fortunately sleeping too deeply to dream. It also makes him slow to wake at the touch to his hair and the sound of his name, preventing him from being startled as he opens his eyes.

Castiel looks up at Daphne for a few moments blearily, not quite registering who she is, and then it hits him all at once and he suddenly sits up.]

Daphne.

[Ohno, she looks like she's going to cry, and for a moment Castiel is afraid he upset her or she's frightened or something. But then he realizes she's just worried, and he gives a small nod and doesn't protest her using her powers; normally he does, not wanting to exhaust her, but he knows it will reassure her to let her heal him.]

It's alright.

[He murmurs gently, trying to tell her both that he's fine and that, more importantly, they're fine. They're both here again, somehow, and they both have another chance.

He just nods at her last comment, giving permission and moving on quickly, more interested in offering a faint smile in return at hers.]

[Castiel is both surprised by the kiss and finds it familiar all at once, a little slow to respond to it but finally kissing back gently until they part. He lets Daphne rest against him, gently brushing his fingers through her hair, trying to reassure her.]

I wanted to look for you, but Sam insisted I rest. I'm sorry I did not find you sooner.

[But they're together now, at least.]