He would go in a few minutes. The witch was confirmed at home. It would be simple, just stab and burn. His phone began rattling and roaring AC/DC. He jumped and grabbed it. Holding it to his ear, he didn't let the other person speak.
"Cas, babe, i cant talk. There's a wit-"
"Dean?!"
"FUCK IT!"
"Did you call Cas, babe?"
"Right, Sammy. Me and Cas are going out."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Fuck off, Watson."