Castiel shook his head, offering only an apologetic expression before raising his coffee to his lips again. Really, he did like coffee. Human comforts were sometimes very good.
"I don't know," he repeated. How could he possibly have any answers that Sam didn't? He'd just gotten here -- literally at the same time that Sam had run into him.
"I don't sense any demons, but that doesn't necessarily mean there aren't any…"