I'm exhausted the next morning, and from the looks of him, so is Sam. I'd volunteered to sleep in the spare bedroom to take care of the baby during the night - as well as I could, anyway, since Bobby and Dean had filled me and Sam in on the basics of childcare only the night before - though Sam had knocked on the door after about the third time she woke me up and offered to take over the rest of the night. I'd gotten to spend the rest of the night downstairs on the couch, finally able to sleep without interruption.

In the morning, a half-conscious Sam hands the baby over to Bobby without saying a word. If he's as tired as I am, he must be glad to get her off his hands. Yeah, the two of us are great parent material.

At least Dean made breakfast. Eggs, bacon, coffee… the whole deal. I don't know how he does it. I've stuck to mostly microwave meals and cereal since I became a hunter. Who has time for real food anymore, anyway?

When we're all seated at the table eating breakfast and Bobby's started feeding the baby with a bottle of formula, he asks us, "Does she have a name yet?"

I stop chewing for a moment. I hadn't actually thought about it. I was really just thinking of her as 'the baby' in my head.

"Uh, no," I say, swallowing and setting my fork down. I look at Sam and Dean, who are still eating. "Any ideas?"

Dean shrugs. "Hey, it's your kid, not mine," he says, his mouth full.

"You're the mother, you're the one who should get to pick," Sam tells me.

"Yeah, but it's not like I gave birth to her. I don't have any special claim to choosing a name. But…" I tap the table, remembering something. Sam had told me once, a long time ago, what he would choose to name his kids if he ever had them. "How about we name her after your mom?" I finally say.

"Mary?" Sam says. He looks over at the baby and my eyes follow his. Bobby glances up at us, not saying anything.

"I could see it," I say after a moment.

"Yeah, I like it," Sam agrees.

Bobby nods, and then smiles down at Mary, who's intently sucking on the bottle. "Mary. It's a good name."

Dean finishes his food and sets his fork and knife down on the plate. "I like it too," he says. He points at the bacon on my plate. "Are you gonna eat that?"

"Uh, yeah," I say, moving my plate a little further away from Dean. He sighs in disappointment and then looks back towards the pan next to the stove like he's considering making more food.

"So, that book that Cas mentioned," Bobby interrupts. "What was it called again?"

"Reserans caveum," Dean says, recovering quickly from the bacon denial. "Opening the cage," he adds in translation.

"I know what it means. I've understood Latin since before you were born, boy," Bobby scoffs.

"The translation was for Eva," Dean clarifies with a cocky grin aimed at me.

"Pedicabo ego vos," I grumble, and Dean laughs. I know at least enough Latin to throw some offensive language his way.

"There's a kid here," Bobby says disapprovingly. "So, what are you going to do next?"

I clear my throat. "Maybe just lay low for now and try to find out where Bela is and what she's up to," I say. I'm not sure how, but it's the best I have for now.

"Cas is still out there somewhere," Dean adds. "He might be able to help us."

"We have no way to contact him," Sam interjects. "Since he came back, he hasn't gotten a new phone, as far as we know."

Dean purses his lips. He clasps his hands together in front of him and closes his eyes. "Cas, we need your help. With saving the world, again. I don't know if we can do it without you, so please come help us out." He opens an eye to see if Cas has shown up, but he's not here. He opens the other eye and drops his hands back to the table. "Guess he's not listening," he says. It was a good idea to try, at least. Cas used to listen to Dean's prayers.

"Maybe he'll just contact us when he's ready," I offer.

"That could take forever," Dean complains.

"Yeah," I say with a sigh. "We'll have to figure something out in the meantime."

"We could try to find something online," Sam suggests.

"Let's do that," I say, pushing my seat back and standing up. Talking about it is making me sort of antsy, and I feel like I need to do something. Sam puts his silverware on his plate and stands up as well.

"I'll just… finish my food then," Dean says as we leave. "Alone."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Bobby asks in offense as we enter the library.

Sam and I get our laptops and sit on the couch, him on one end and me on the other. I'm a little bit distracted, wondering whether it's more awkward to move closer to him, or to stay conspicuously far apart. There's still a small part of me left over from hell saying that I'm not far enough away, but a bigger part of me that just wants him to put his arm around my shoulder and, you know, kiss me or something.

Finally, that part wins, and I scoot next to him. He glances over at me but doesn't react much besides that. I rest my head on his shoulder and I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye.

We start looking through articles, the usual browsing that we do when we're trying to find some type of lead. I can hear Bobby and Dean talking in low voices in the kitchen still, but I tune them out.

After about half an hour of fruitless searching, Dean walks into the room.

"Guys," he says, and Sam and I both look up from our computers.

"I went to the car to check my other phones and I got a text on this one," he says, holding up a phone that must've been cutting-edge fifteen years ago.

"From who?" Sam asks, starting to get up from his chair.

"From Cas, I think, but I don't recognize the number. All the text has in it is a pair of coordinates and his name."

Sam walks over and takes the phone. "Weird. Did you even give him the number to this phone?"

"Not that I can remember, but angels work in mysterious ways," Dean replies.

"Maybe it's a trap," I say skeptically.

"But who else knows Cas is back?" Dean asks.

"They might've figured it out after he killed Asbeel," I point out. "Or maybe they noticed him snooping. Or maybe it's just a wild guess."

"We should check it out either way," Sam says, passing the phone back to Dean. "There's gotta be something there, and we need to find out what it is."