Though Castiel had previously told the group that there would be no fighting amongst them it seemed that a very large battle was about to explode. Sam seemed to have taken on the countenance of a raging bull, Dean was starting to get into his stubborn pit bull stage, and Tabbris was still disgusted with the two of them for putting their bodily fluids in places where they had no business being. Cass gazed with weary eyes at the brothers as they glared each other down.
"I don't have a problem!" The volume of his voice rose with every word. He was very close to yelling, and his self-control was about to snap. Dean coolly glowered at him and retorted, "Uh, yes you do Sammy."
Sam's nostrils flared in anger. He suddenly turned and stomped towards the door. However, when he yanked at the handle nothing happened; the door refused to open even when he nearly pulled the doorknob out of its hole.
"Let-me-out," he growled. Dean tensed, preparing himself for a fight. Adnachiel smiled at him and shook her head.
"Not gonna happen, Sammy-wammy," she sang in a lilting voice that did nothing to cool off his bad temper.
"Do not call me that, Adnachiel," Sam ordered sounding quite severe. Unfazed, she stretched her arms above her head; her white beater hugged her breasts and for a second Dean caught himself gazing at her ample rack. Then he mentally slapped himself silly for checking out an angel. He just found it very hard to think of Ada as an angel since she did a horrendously bad job at coming off as angelic in any way.
"Sorry. Sammy. We need to have a group discussion. Everyone needs to be here otherwise we'll lose precious time, and you going to suck more demon blood just to piss everybody off is a waste of our time. So, please, have a seat." She gestured to the chair she had previously been sitting in. An apprehensive silence filled the air as they waited for Sam to make his decision. Dean felt his gut clenching and he was more than ready to spring upon his baby brother to keep him in the room.
Sam's grip loosened on the handle a tad. At last he grudgingly let go of the doorknob and dropped his rump on the chair, Ada aimed her black eyes at Tabbris.
"You kinda look like a fish with your mouth open like that. Makes you look pretty stupid," she mentioned. Tabbris shut her mouth, but she still seemed more than a little ticked off.
"Alright," Adnachiel continued. "Dean. We need to keep you out of Zechariah's clutches and so we have to find you some place safe to stay. Same goes for you Sam. We need to find you a safe place."
Sam's eyes darkened at the mention of Ruby, and he looked away.
"Trust me," she told him as she prodded the end of his nose. He drew back, scowling at the offending finger. Dean watched his brother and began to feel the tension in his stomach relax ever so slightly. It unraveled like a chain, kink by kink.
Sam had stayed. Hope was beginning to poke its head out in his mind, because with three angels, Sam's-problem-could be solved. Couldn't it?