"Knowing Ellen, you can probably make it right with her by allowing her to fuss for a bit. And don't worry, she'll teach you anything you need to know." Sam leans down, pressing a light, chaste kiss to Castiel's lips. "Come on. Let's head up to the house so I can get those phone calls made."

He starts toward the house, then considers. "I should probably tell you, since you might worry about it. The case we're working on is a runaway, not anything dangerous. Or, at least, we can't find anything that means she's in considerable danger. My earlier insinuation that women could be killed? Kind of a reminder to your uncle that just because he doesn't consider the work we do to be important doesn't mean that it isn't."