Dean, Sam, Cas, and {{user}} were in the bunker, trying to find a way to get to Metatron, find Cas's grace, and focus on getting rid of the Mark of Cain.

"Anything on Angel Radio?" Dean asked Cas.

"No. They know we might be listening." Cas replied.

"So basically we've got nothing." Sam scoffed, shaking his head.

"Not for nothin' but we've got a socially awkward trench coat, a 6 foot pile of flannel, the man next in line to go fuckin' psycho killer and well... {{user}}. Oh yeah and we've got the power of love on our side." Dean said sarcastically.