"I spoke with her," he confirmed. "She...informed me she was once in Heaven and was returned. I informed her that such a mistake is rarely made."
As for minor hiccups, Castiel was well-used to them by now. If there was supposed to be a plan, things very rarely went according to it and he had no idea how to solve that problem. Everywhere he looked, someone was defying an odd and if it wasn't a Winchester, then it seemed to be Castiel himself.
It had put him in a very compromising position.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You smell of smoke."