"Hello?" Castiel says, growing more and more desperate. "Hello? Are you still there?"

Click.

Castiel puts his phone down with a sigh. What the hell? Why did he call just to hang up? What's going on? And what's he supposed to do with it?

Castiel rolls his chair over to Hannah. "Hey."

"Hey?" Hannah says uncertainly. "What's up?"

"I just got a call from our mystery murderer."

Hannah gapes at him. "He called you?"

Castiel nods. "And hung up a few seconds later."

"What? Why?"

Castiel shrugs. "He didn't say anything, so I have no idea. I don't even know if it's worth trying to track him. It's looking like he might have a trap laid out, and wanted to get us there." The thought hadn't even occurred to him until he said it. It's probably the most logical assumption. That might have been the whole point of starting these phone calls between them.

"Oh, you're right," Hannah says. "We should at least tell Michael, though. And maybe contact the local police, just in case."

"Do we have to tell Michael?" Castiel asks, almost whining.

"I get that you grew up with him and keeping secrets is perfectly okay in families, but he's also our boss," Hannah reminds him. "If he finds out that he doesn't know everything about this case, I don't have that sibling defense."

"No, but I do, and he can't punish you without punishing me," Castiel says.

"Yeah, and he could fire you," Hannah says. "He's already half done it before, and you know he wants you off this case anyway. If he can fire you, what's he gonna do to me?"

Castiel thinks about this for a moment. "Yeah, okay, you're right. I really shouldn't risk your job on this. I just know he's not gonna like sitting here and doing nothing."

"He doesn't have to," Hannah says. "He respects you. He'll accept whatever you want to do. It's your bad guy."

"Our bad guy," Castiel corrects her.

Hannah laughs. "Our? Maybe a few months ago he was, but he picked you. He's your guy now. I'm just along for the ride."