"That poor fuckin' bastard that walked into that room isn't the one takin' your territory," I say, 'cause there's too much baggage there, now. What Mike and Dean were doing, it wasn't just about strangers helping each other out. Whoever went in there tonight's a stand-in, since Cas can't bring himself to do it himself, and Mike was never gonna be able to fade into the woodwork like that.

"Cas sure is a possessive fucker," I say with a faint snort of laughter.