"It was enough to put us on the right road. Though I'm pretty sure the spell you laid on me was the one that made sure what route we took." And the fact that they'd stopped at this bar.

Sam glances up, more to figure out where Dean is than anything. "I'd...I think I'd like that. I'm not sure what Dean will do, though. He might head back to Lebanon instead." It didn't hurt to let Gabriel know where they were. If anybody was likely to know where the Men of Letters bunker was, it was going to be the archangel who had spent so long among humans.