"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.

There's a cold feeling in Castiel's chest at those words and he's suddenly afraid she's not here at all; or, worse, she's here and somewhere horrible. But Sam's next comment is more calming, because yes. Daphne would seek out their friends as well, and if she hadn't found him at their apartment she would've gone to look for Jo, right?

"Alright." He agrees, after a moment, giving a small nod. It makes the most sense, and he'll even allow fussing over his injuries a bit if it means he's in better shape to look for Daphne if she's not with Jo as they expect. "We should... We should go to the Roadhouse, then."

Castiel allows Sam to guide him along, and after a few minutes seemingly realizes that he should button his shirt. This requires stopping briefly, without explanation, beginning to focus on trying to get the buttons done up.

"I don't want her to worry." He finally mumbles an explanation, though it's more a comment to himself than actually to Sam.

Castiel considers refusing the help, but quickly dismisses the idea and lets Sam assist him and button his shirt far faster than Castiel's would've been able to himself. He frowns a little at the comments, though, suddenly feelings like he should add something.

"I'm alright, Sam. I'm not dying." He's just a little dazed; he hasn't slept in awhile and he's in pain, but he's had a lot worse. He doesn't need to be treated delicately, and while he isn't arguing with getting him a little more presentable to Daphne he doesn't want to lead Sam to believe he's an invalid either.

"That is not true." Gosh Sam it'd be more like thirty seconds. But now that he looks even the slightest bit more presentable he's encouraged, and begins walking again without prompting.

"It does." Castiel agrees quietly, looking around a little as they walk as well. "I wonder how long we have been gone."

"Yes. Or something incredibly serious happened in a short time." Either way it doesn't bode well, and he's entirely willing to agree with Sam in getting inside somewhere safe.

"I hope so." He's always liked Kate. Hopefully people they like and know are still around; it would make everything a lot simpler.