Alex arched an eyebrow "Bobby? You mean Bobby Singer?" She asked inquisitively. "He's my uncle. By the way, I'm Alex Cairstair" she introduced, holding out her hand for him to shake. "Damn, I always get the fucking Gin" she mumbled. Every time she worked with someone in a case involving a Gin, she always got chosen to take it down and honestly It was tiring. 

Castiel followed her out of the building before marching back upstairs to take care of the body of the man she had killed. "Poor man" he mumbled, picking up the body and carrying it outside. He dug a grave for him and salted and burnt it.