"Know any good jokes?" Cornish asked, taking another swig of the drink.

Sam smiled gratefully, leading the group towards the impala. It would be a miracle if they'd all fit inside. Sam chuckled awkwardly. "Erm, we might need some people to travel by...you know...their own ways." 

Castiel nodded, his nostrils flaring as he spotted Cornish and Crowley in the car. "Sam, Dean, I am afraid the demons have betrayed us."