Sam nods, digging into his salad. "I didn't know that Cas knew anybody else in the program." It really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, though. "Dean and I are second generation Jaeger pilots. Our parents were among the first to be accepted into the program. They died taking out Yellow-Eyes." A Class IV that had been brought down nearly eight years before. "Dean and I were still in training when it happened. Marshall Singer...Bobby. He'd been a family friend for a lot of years. He took us in when their Jaeger went down."

He blinks and shakes his head. "Do you keep in touch with your brothers?"