Dean growled, just a little. He didn't like that the car wasn't here. And if he had to guess, he'd bet that their captors kept the car around because they didn't want an enraged hunter with a history of torturing things when necessary on their asses for NOT letting him have the Impala.
Talk to them.
He hadn't really thought of yelling at the other island. He'd yelled for Jo and Mary when he woke up, though. He'd yelled for Cas, too, but after the fact. Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Guess I hadn't really thought too much about the people over there being able to hear," he said.
Plus it felt a little stupid, if he was being honest. Like praying for Cas's help used to feel stupid.
"Guess you got a point, though. Askin' if they're okay is a good idea. Even if somebody else answers."
As much as Dean hated to admit it, so far he was alright with most of the group. That fairy guy... maybe, maybe not. But it seemed that most everybody recognized that if they didn't work as a unit, things were going to be worse.
He was grateful for that, though he didn't say it.