[ It's good that they're always prepared no matter the circumstances, so escaping a building intent on keeping them inside to kill them hadn't been as difficult to manage as one might expect. There's a bag slung over his shoulder and another gripped tight in his hand, looking ready to move on and out without so much as a direct order. That particular tendency had never left either of them, it seems.

Outside, Castiel is doing his best to observe the layout, listening to Dean and relatively unsure which direction would be best to start in. All the buildings are out of the question; so that means there's really only one option. He frowns, gesturing with the slightest tilt of his head. ]

That way. We can't stay here, and the buildings are probably the same as the one we just left. [ Trying to eat them. ] What do you want to do?

[ Because hiding out in the jungle isn't exactly the best choice, but it's the only one they have. And the rain-- He glances up and feels a cold drop soak right through the sweaty tangle of his hair. That's going to make things worse. ]