Jo was getting pissed. She had been knocking on Cas's front door for five minutes straight and Sam hadn't shown up. She had tried his phone and he hadn't picked up. If he was napping through this, she was going to kick his ass. Ford was probably going nuts at home.

"I'm sorry, Cas," Jo muttered and dug an old lock picking kit out of her jacket pocket. Cops weren't supposed to carry around those sorts of tool but she wasn't always a typical cop.

It took a little more time, but she broke in and slammed the door behind her. "Sam Winchester! Where the hell are you?"