Meanwhile, Dean is ecstatic. He did it. He finally got to talk to the Castiel Novak. Granted, he can't prove it's him — just because he knew the first call was Michael doesn't mean he'd recognize Castiel's voice because he's never heard it — but the timing lines up. He was pulled from the case. It makes sense that it would take a few days to get ahold of him.

More importantly, though, is he didn't want to leave. Dean had been afraid that he'd gotten sick of it, or given up, or seen his name and been creeped out too much. But if he was fired, he didn't ask for it. He had no say in it. It seemed like he wasn't happy about it. This is perfect.

What he finds hilarious, though, is that they tried to pass it off as if they were already alone. There's no way Castiel would be allowed to call him without at least his partner and his brother listening in. But he knows Castiel eventually gave in, or he would have heard his voice echoing.

But now he has to wait. He has a week with nothing to do but travel before he can drop another line. He promised no more bodies, as a little thank-you, but how is he supposed to kill time without killing people until then?

Looks like it's time to stock up on bus tickets. He's gonna need them.