"Are we talking about Bobby?" Castiel genuinely couldn't be sure, but Sam nodded when he looked his way, having a terrified look on his face. Both of the brothers looked a little as if they had just been spooked by a boo ghost, like in some of the cartoons he had watched. There was no boo ghost, so Castiel wasn't sure what might have happened. "I think he is tired. He is grumpy then. You should take it to heart."

"He's always grumpy! But why is he taking a demon to his bedroom? He's got to be magicked some way!"

Castiel frowned. "I don't think so. I feel nothing."