Sam's P.O.V.

Sam had been reading about how the Men of Letters had tried to track low-level demons by examining their methods of killing, but apparently no success had come from these efforts. He sighed, wishing Cas and Dean would hurry up; Cas might know more about the killings than he had originally let on. He probably knows some useful spells, seeing as he is an angel of the lord.

Sam understands though, that Cas is feeling guilty for trusting Metatron, and probably about all of the angels falling from Heaven as well.

Honestly, Sam's almost jealous of what Dean and Cas have. He will always remember Jess, how could he forget?

Before Sam gets too enveloped in his sorrow over Jess, he can hear footsteps coming down the hall. A moment later, Dean walks in, leading Cas by the hand. Sam can't help but smile at them. Ever since Dean FINALLY admitted his feelings for Cas, they had been almost inseparable. That is, until Cas went off with Metatron to "fix everything", or however Metatron had worded it. Sam just hoped that they could get to Metatron before he causes anymore crap.

First things first, however. They have a pack of unruly demons to deal with.

"Find anything Sammy?" Dean asks, sitting on the foot of the bed.

"How could I, Dean? It's been, what, five, ten minutes?" Sam snarks.

Dean just rolls his eyes. "Why are you looking at tracking methods? You know the Men of Letters never figured anything out in that part of things."

"I was just trying to see if we had missed anything."

"How could we have missed anything? We've read those like a dozen times!" Sam raises his eyebrows. "Well you've read them a dozen times." Dean corrects himself.

"Well do you have a better idea? I'm all ears, Dean." Sam can't help himself. If his brother is so damn smart, he should prove it. "And running after them, guns blazing, doesn't count!"

Dean frowns, but just picks up the closest book instead of saying anything.

"Hey, Cas?" Sam asks.

"Yes, Sam?" Cas tilts his head slightly.

"Do you know anything more about these attacks? Anything could help, you know."

Cas just shakes his head. "I have told you everything, Sam. Why would I hide anything?"

Sam smiles; he can tell Cas is telling the truth. "Just making sure, Cas."

Dean sighs and puts the book he had been skimming back on the bed. "I can't find anything in this one."

"It's been two minutes! Of course you haven't found anything! Did you even bother reading the title?" Sam asks. Seriously, his brother is so annoying sometimes.

"Yea, I read the title!"

Sam snatches the book and holds it to his chest. "Oh, really? What is it then?"

Dean falters. "Uh, Demonology?"

Sam can't help but laugh. "Not even close! It's a log of demons exorcized here back when the Men of Letters were still around!"

Dean huffs, but doesn't say anything. He just looks at Cas; silently pleading for help.

Cas, surprisingly, picks up on the hint, and steps toward Sam. "We could call Gadreel, he may know something useful."

Dean's brow furrows. "Do you even know where he is, Cas? I mean, if he's on the other side of the world, he wouldn't know anything about what's going on here."

"It's worth a shot. He's definitely proven that he wants to help." Sam shrugs.

Dean stands up and looks at Cas. "Should we just pray to him then? Or can you still pick up on angel radio?"

Castiel looks down, and that's all the confirmation they need.

"Hey man, it's okay. We'll pray to him." Dean reaches out and squeezes Cas' shoulder, smiling slightly. Cas looks up, staring Dean in the eye, nodding once.

Sam can see that something else must be bothering Cas, something that has been nagging at him for a while, but he doesn't want to talk. Several things, perhaps. Sam wishes he could do something, but he has a feeling that pushing it won't help. "I'll see what Gadreel has to say." Sam offers, leaving the room.

Cas and Dean need to sort out some things between them still, maybe that's what's going on.

Well, every couple has their problems, right?