Dean had a lot on his mind and he hated this place, more like loath it, especially since there was no fucking way out and now Sam was taken, he didn't even know how to get him back. How was he going to get himself out of here? Get Sam back? How was he going to get all of them out of here? He needed to save them all, even if he has a hero complex, still, it’s what he did, who he was made to be. He was sitting at the table, yes his feet were propped up on it, but no one was there and he was thinking, letting his mind wonder at all the options and all he could come back to were angels, but how was the possible? Speaking of Angels, were the hell was Cas? Somewhere in this house, he supposed, but then sighed, as he shook his head, "Cas, I need you," he whispered.
When the young woman came in, Dean looked at her for a moment, then slowly put his legs off the table since there was a child with her. For a moment he thought of Emma…but then pushed the thought away as he took another sip of his coffee. He needed a plan and he needed one now, he wanted his brother back and he'd be damn if anything was going to happen to anyone, especially the kids.