The Empty had spat him out in the middle of nowhere. Everything he had was what he had died with: his unoccupied vessel, his clothes, the little trinkets that had got shoved into his pockets over the years. He was still missing his wings, and after having felt all of his grace get expelled into nothingness when he died, there was a frighteningly small amount left to try and rekindle itself. Lucifer and a nephilim might still be on the loose, and he had two dollars to his name.

So of course, the first thing he did was call Dean.