Dean snorted. "Good luck."

"Your confidence in your brother is refreshing," Tessa rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying, Stolas is slippery. It'll take one hell of a plan. And Sam may be immune to him, but that doesn't mean everyone else is." Dean paused for a moment before shaking his head. "Can't I just talk to him?"

"No. You're grounded."

"Good," Castiel sighed, starting to get tired of the commentary from the peanut gallery. "Let us know if you find anything."