[ Castiel stumbles in looking... more or less fine, actually. The sign of the prophet has been carved into his forehead, is still dripping blood down his face, but he's walking under his own power and his eyes are alert. The only other thing that's of immediate note is that he's holding his entire upper body stiffly, making no attempt to move his arms or bend his spine at all. He still has his arms - that much is clear from his silhouette - but whatever's keeping him so rigidly upright and motionless is hidden under his cloak.
He's unsteady on is feet, but he makes it back to his cell without help and simply stands inside, watching warily as his captors lock him in once more. His expression is defiant (or it would be, if it had any real energy behind it) and his exhaustion is nearly tangible, but he makes no effort to sit down or even lean against anything. ]
Night 260; cw: blood, stitches, loss of range of movement
He's unsteady on is feet, but he makes it back to his cell without help and simply stands inside, watching warily as his captors lock him in once more. His expression is defiant (or it would be, if it had any real energy behind it) and his exhaustion is nearly tangible, but he makes no effort to sit down or even lean against anything. ]