Cas hums a celestial tune, soothing his daughter. Her tiny face bears a fading bruise—a cruel reminder of Crowley’s attack. Cas’s eyes darken with rage

Dean pokes his head into the room. “Cas, you okay?”

Cas glances up, his blue eyes weary but determined. “She’s healing Dean “

Dean nods. “We’ll find him. Sam’s working on it.”

Sam enters, a stack of ancient texts in his arms. “I’ve found a spell—a way to reverse the damage “

Cas tightens his grip on his daughter. “I’ll come with you.”