Dean had found Castiel and together they'd found Sam. The three of them had high-tailed it out of there and now he and Sam were holed up at a Motel 6 in the middle of nowhere. With Sam asleep in the bed, resting to ease off his wounds, Dean was happy to just research a couple of things on the laptop and otherwise not worry about much. He had no idea where Cas went when he was away.
Picking up the phone, he wrinkled his nose at her question. "Hey, you survived. We're at the Motel 6 about thirty miles north of where we were. Be quiet when you get in, Sam's beat up bad and he's sleepin' it off." He expected her to be there within minutes, given how demons moved about.