Sam, Dean, and Bobby sat among the study waiting for Castiel's arrival. He had left with the witch, saying he had "other matters to discuss."
Dean finally broke the silence, calling into the air, "Damn it, Cas! Will you come back here and fix my brother's arm before I just summon you?" He made the last part sound more like a command than a question.
"I said I would be a minute," the angel said from where he had appeared behind them. All three turned to face the newest arrival as he stepped towards the youngest. "This May hurt a bit," he warned, reaching up to touch his face.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, drawing in a sharp breath. He opened his eyes and turned his head, seeing his arm back in its place. He rolled his shoulder and stretched his arm out. A smile spread across his lips.
"Thanks," he said.
Just then, Dean's phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. He listened before replying, "Yeah, we'll be right there." He hung up the phone and turned to his brother. "C'mon, Sam. Just got a call up in Washington. Sounds like a ghost." He began walking out of the house.
Sam turned towards the others. He said his goodbyes and grabbed their bags, walking back towards the Impala.
Back towards home.