Divine intervention. Castiel had actually heard of stranger things, though he suspected that something else had been at play when she had called for him. Whatever it had been, he was grateful for it.
"Whatever it was, your timing was ideal," he smirked. "I was going insane looking for you. The Partners had you very well hidden, even from me. And you did seem to need some help," he paused before a faintly mischievous glint came into his eyes. "And I got to see Dean dressed as a priest."
He tightened his hug around her, remembering what had happened last year without the harsh pain of her absence.
"I went by the warehouse a couple of days back," he added. "Or rather, what's left of it." A faintly smug tone entered his voice. "We did a rather thorough job there." He brushed some of her hair back with a soft smile. "It's been a long year."