"Rapidly getting less happy," Bobby said with a warning tone that he hoped would affect Castiel as much as Aleister although he feared it would truly get to neither. Clearly Castiel didn't even know what he was supposed to check for. Those dumb boys sent their pet angel without giving him the relevant background information. "I'm resting, Cas. Tell them I'm fine. We'll talk tomorrow."

"All right." Castiel nodded in acceptance, then waved. "Good night. Bobby. Aleister." That said he closed the door and then there was the sound of wings.

Bobby let his head fall back with a sigh. Certainly ruined his mood. "Starting to see why Matty complains about cockblocking angels."