A few hours later, Castiel's up and about, shuffling through the papers at Bobby's desk, and leafing through the books that have been left laying around. He hasn't come across anything particularly interesting or helpful, and nor was he particularly expecting to. It keeps him busy while Gabriel's trying to rest, and maybe it's not so helpful to just sit in the chair and watch big brother try to recover.
Oh, good. I admit to making bad decisions when I'm that overtired.