[ castiel is still squinting suspiciously at his stamp card when ashley approaches him. (suffice to say he hasn't entirely grasped how he's meant to scan for the required poses in each area.) he feels no particular need to participate, but he can't fail to understand why the others might— his expression softens, though the shift is nearly infinitesimal. ]
stamp and go!
All right.
[ he might as well help.
what else can he do? ]