"Then you could have asked him to stop by your apartment. Or asked me. Robin keeps a closer eye on you than you know; it wouldn't be hard to catch his attention," Ishiah says, ignoring Dean's physical protests, though he keeps his hold on Dean loose and comfortable. It's not his place to overly discipline Dean for the mistake he's made in dropping by the apartment, only his job to make sure Dean doesn't worsen his health in the process. "You could also ask for my phone number. I have enough experience with smartphones and am a fast texter."

He lays Dean out on the sofa, careful to arrange the cushions in a way that will make breathing as easy as possible. An easy task after so many years of watching over his brothers.

"Something that I imagine Castiel cannot say for himself yet," he adds, guessing at the reason why Dean's here. Why else would he look for Ishiah?