Dean pulled out his own phone and excused himself from the room, stepping back outside. "Hey, Bobby," He said when the older hunter answered the phone on the third ring.
"Hello, Dean, what's going on?" The older hunter said as he looked through his books idly. "How are the girls?"
Dean bit his lip, staring down at the ground in silence as if it was one of the most interesting things ever. Bobby paused in skimming the large book he had been looking through and frowned. "Dean…? Did something happen?" He asked slowly.
Dean sighed. He'd do anything not to have this conversation right now, or ever. "You remember we told you about Jael, right? Ella's supposed new guardian angel?"
"Yeah, I do." Bobby said.
"Well turns out she was doing less of the guarding, and more of the double crossing, leading people to their deaths…" He said quietly. "They're gone, Bobby. Gone gone."
Bobby was quiet a long moment then sighed into the phone. "I'm sorry, boy. You and Sam, you holding up alright?"
Dean paused. "I'm, well, I'm not sure how I'm holding up, and Sam, well he just used Castiel as a human punching bag. And when I say human, I do mean human. Long story short, Cas gave all of his powers to Jael, so now he's not exactly very angel-y. Cas told us we could trust her, and since she led us right at Jonah and some lovable Hellhounds, Sam took it pretty badly. I took a swing at Cas, which is understandable, but Sam… well, needless to say Cas is laying on the motel floor beat to hell and Sam's on the phone with the ambulance."
"Your brother broke angel boy?" Bobby said with an arched brow into the phone. "Give the phone to your brother."
Without a word Dean stepped back inside the room, silently the passing the phone to Sam. Sam furrowed his brows a little before taking the phone from him and placing it against his ear. He grimaced as Bobby began to shout at him and he yanked the phone away from his ear, holding it away while Bobby yelled. After a few moments, the yelling died down and Sam placed the phone to his ear again with a sigh. He flipped the phone shut after a few more minutes and sighed. "Bobby's on his way… so is the ambulance I told them to hurry."
"Good," Dean muttered.
"Bobby mentioned on the phone that he had a case for us. Something… something about what he thinks is a banshee attack. It's a spirit of death from… Ireland and Scotland…," He said very quietly, lowering his eyes. "He thought that since Ella and Oshea were from around there they might know of it and how to stop it but… well… he said under the circumstances we didn't have to take the case… that there were other things that needed our attention if you'd…. if you'd rather not." Sam said with a little shrug.
"A case is a case, so if you're up for it, I don't see any point in not doing it," He said with a nod.
Sam nodded and looked down at the girls' things that rested on the bed. He grabbed Ella's suitcase and slung the strap over his shoulder along with his own suitcases. He glanced to Dean as he started passed him and gave a little shrug. "You never know…" It wouldn't be the first time someone had come back from the grave. The only trouble was that this time, Castiel, the angel who normally dragged their souls from wherever they had been sent, was lying on the floor of the motel bleeding. After he had placed the things into the back of the Impala, he climbed into the passenger seat. It was going to be strange riding without them.
Dean grabbed his own belongings, and, without even thinking, Oshea's as well, and with one last glance at Castiel, he turned and left the motel, loading his things into the Impala, and hopping in the drivers seat.