[ hey look, scared and cautious are two different things, all right. and yes, it's definitely weird to want your roommate to break his leg so that you can take care of him. lucky for you, dean, castiel is not a mind reader.

at any rate, he's glad to be over those godforsaken death trap stairs, the rest of this hallway seems safe enough, there aren't even any holes in the floor, so he tucks his hands under his arms for warmth and squints into the dimness, studying the dusty portraits on the walls. definitely creepy, but he's not entirely bothered by them. it's better to counter dean, and point out - ]

I'm pretty sure the central heating isn't on in here, you know. Ghosts or no ghosts.

[ castiel lags a little, clearly far more interested in the history of this house than the possibility of ghosts. he thumbs the dust off of the placard of a portrait and leans in to study the name and date, and he's blowing cobwebs off of the frame when dean calls out to him again, and waves him near. abandoning the portrait, he steps up behind dean to peer into the room, and yeah, sure, it looks creepy enough but that's just because there are sheets on the furniture, not because the room is any different. so he brushes past dean's shoulder and makes a beeline directly for the bookcase against the far wall. ]

You have a camera on your phone.