"Take a seat, Sam," Dean ordered as the stunned young hunter closed the motel room door behind him, meanwhile juggling the six-pack and bottle of Jack in each of his hands.
"What is this? What's going on, Dean?" Sam slurred, eyeing his brother and the two unnerving guests that always managed to find the dark shadows of a room and brood in them. "And what the hell are they doing here?"
Castiel stepped out of the corner and put his hand up to signal "Silence" to Dean before he could answer. Dean didn't listen.
"You've got a problem, Sammy," Dean blurt out to Castiel and Uriel's annoyance.
"A problem?" Sam retorted, his attention torn between his brother, the angry angels, and the bottles that were clanging on the table as he attempted to set them down. "You want to talk out my problems? You want to talk, like, like, some sort of soap opera?!" his voice rising.
"No, Sam," Castiel stepped forward. "We know what you are doing with Ruby…your powers and your abuse of—"
Sam's face went cold. "My abuse…my abuse of.." he stammered, "An intervention, Dean?!"
Dean bit his lip, unsure of what to say, mustering up a shrug and the only words that he could formulate at this point.
"Think of it as divine intervention, Sammy."