The whole sitting around and getting drunk thing sounded pretty good, Sam had to admit, but Trance would probably disagree. Having promised to try and find information so they could stop this, getting drunk probably wouldn't help things.
"What kind of general human incompetence?" Sam asked. Ted had always said he was good at manufacturing incompetence. "How the hell do you stop the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? You're--" He stopped, realising that he didn't actually know what Crowley was, besides decidedly not human. "If he trusted you enough to leave you in charge here then you're not stupid and you're connected with the whole heaven and hell thing. You don't know anything else?"