Castiel entered the library, where Sam was hunched over and anticipated his question by answering, "Doing a crossword. Is Dean still asleep?"

"Yes," the angel huffed.

At that moment, Sam's phone went off. "Hello?"

"Moose," the voice sounded strained, as if the next words would hurt him. "What's 12 across?"

"Are you asking me for answers to the New York Times crossword?"

"Indeed."

"I thought you were 'KING of the CROSSWORDS', or whatever."

"Well, as it happens, I don't know shoddy pop music."

"It's REM. They're a classic."

Crowley scoffed on the other end of the line and hung up.