It felt like years had passed, but here they all were again, Castiel still with them and perched awkwardly on the edge of Dean's bed. They weren't far from Bobby's, as it turned out, and Sam was now preoccupied packing up his duffel bag to head in that direction. They weren't safe there now, not now that they'd had another run in with the angels, and if anyone would know what to do from here, it'd be Bobby.
"Ready?" He asked his brother when he was done sorting himself out, heading to the motel room door without waiting for a response.