"Fine, smartass. The amount of people not already living here that we let in can be counted on one hand," Dean grumbles. Then he skips a beat. "One of the people we let in is on his way. His name's Castiel and he's an angel. Something happened a while back that clipped the angels' collective wings, so he has a couple days drive to get here rather than doing the not here one moment, here the next thing."