Dean doesn't have time for more than an indignant squawk before Ishiah's arms are around him and lifting, princess carrying him into the room and closing the door with a flourish Dean's come to associate with pissy angels.

"I live right below him," he says, pushing ineffectually at Ishiah's hands. "Doesn't get more central than that. Besides." In his surprise and embarrassment, Dean had almost forgotten to be grateful to find his original choice of consult. "I was looking for you."