Castyel walks leisurely back to the place he calls home. As he heads up the stairs to his apartment a random thought wiggles its way into his mind. A thought of going to the moon. He has never been there, but always wanted to go. Mostly due to a childhood dream. When he finally reaches the inside of his place he closes the door behind him, pauses for a second, then grabs a rather large hiking style bag and begins packing. He grabs three of his flesh suit and his entire make up collection, from there it is normal day to day items and colored contacts. He then changes his clothes so that he is wearing a black t shirt, black jeans, black combat boots, sunglasses, and his normal thin black gloves. Once he is done, he gives a satisfied nod and grabs the rather stuffed bag. This entire time he still has not noticed the small tear near his left wrist exposing a hint of his blue skin. 

-----time skip------

What seems like a long while later he manages to make it to the moon. He can't help but pause in a bit of giddy wonder. Then, he heads out to wander the town and grab a room to stay in for a few days. After all, if he can grab some information on the cooperation here while being on a mini vacation all the better for him.