"Didn't want to do it on the phone," Dean mutters, and he tries to resent the fact that he's so comfortable - of course Robin would own a couch perfect for lounging - but his legs are all but vibrating with relief for him being off of them, and Ishiah's even done something to the cushions that doesn't hurt his back.

"Look," he says, wondering if angels take some kind of course in shaming, because damn if they aren't good at it, "I didn't know I was coming up here until I was coming up here. I just." Dean rubs at his eyes. "I need to talk to you. About Castiel."