Yeah, looks like sitting still's not going to work.

Sam bolts to his feet and crosses the room, pacing over to stand by the window, head down and breathing fast. One hand's braced flat against the cheap wallpaper, knuckles white with tension, and the other's in a fist at his side.

"I come here often myself, and have for some time."

"I met her here some time ago. And I have found her counsel and insight to be invaluable."

"He took you there. Castiel. After."

And didn't tell me.

Sam turns around and looks at Dean.

"Didn't he."