"Oh my god, Castiel, are you okay?" Michael asks, and Castiel can only assume someone had him on speed dial to call him the second Castiel got out.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Castiel says. "He didn't try to hurt me. He just wanted to chat."

Michael scoffs. "He wanted to chat?"

"Yeah, I don't know. He's weird," Castiel says, but he doesn't mind it. He definitely minds the serial killer part, but the weirdness isn't so bad.

"What did he want to chat about?" Michael asks.

"Just what was gonna happen to him," Castiel says. "Oh, hey, I need a favor."

"Of course."

"When he tells you who he wants to spend his one phone call on, can you look up the number?" Castiel asks. "I promised I'd get it for him."

"I'm sorry, you want me to do him a favor?" Michael scoffs. "Not a chance in hell."

"But I told him —"

"Yeah, and lying's more than welcome here," Michael says. "That does not mean we have to follow through with it."

"But we made a deal," Castiel says, though he'd be fighting for this whether they did or not. "I get him the number, he cooperates. Easy interviews, no picking fights, the whole nine. He just wants one conversation."

Michael hesitates. "Who's he calling?"

"I don't know his name," Castiel says. He didn't seem overly eager to give it up.

"Then how the hell —"

"If you ask, he'll tell you," Castiel interrupts calmly. "And I know it's his brother, which means we're gonna get a last name, too."

"And what if it's not his brother?" Michael asks. "What if it's someone who wants to break him out?"

"It's not," Castiel says. "It's his brother from Stanford that he hasn't talked to in years."

"Yeah, maybe that's what he said," Michael says, "but that doesn't make it true."

"If you had seen him when he said it, you'd understand." There was a level of emotion that can't be faked. The strange mix of worry and relief in his voice was all Castiel needed to hear.

"I don't buy it," Michael says.

"Just do it, please? For me?" Castiel asks. "Whatever else happens to him, I won't complain, but I've been following him for almost six years now. I deserve to do one thing."

Michael hesitates, then sighs. "Fine, but that's it. You don't get a say in anything else."

"Thank you," Castiel says. "Now I gotta go before Mills's head explodes." He glances over at her, pacing back and forth silently. "I think she has a lot of questions."

"And Mills is...?"

"Police chief," Castiel says. "I'll spill all the details for you later, 'kay?"

"I guess so," Michael says. "I happen to know a whole lot of people that at his wanna hear what happened."

"Join the club," Castiel says. "Oh, and Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell Anna she's safe now."