"How can we kill the devil if his servants undermine our every move?" Castiel asked, his eyes narrowed. "Do we have any proof that we can trust them?"

Sam frowned. Since when did the prince of Asgard carry a cell phone? However, he couldn't help but watch as their god of thunder vanished on them, leaving them a weaker team than they were before. 

Cornish rapped up against the window, motioning at her wrist to indicate that the group needed to hurry up, completely oblivious to the many conversations going on outside.