Dean resists the urge to point out that the sun is up, because it is damn early, and it's only his own nerves that would have him sniping back, regardless. Instead, he steps into the room with Castiel, hanging onto his calm with the ease of long and focused practice.

"Cas needs to talk to Ishiah," he says by way of explanation. "It - " Could have waited, Dean's still sure of it, even if he hadn't been able to come up with a good enough reason for Castiel. "It's urgent."