To hell (if his Father will pardon the expression) with keeping distance.

Castiel walks up to Dean, standing in front of him, edging into his personal space. A bid to both try to get Dean to listen and to keep Uriel on the periphery.

As futile as both of those attempts might be.

"I've dealt with it once before," Castiel points out.

Lest Dean has forgotten. If this results in another rehabilitative stint in Milliways? Well, he can arrange that.

In the meantime, they needed answers.

Castiel is aware of Uriel stepping a bit closer as well.

"Angels are dying, boy," he says, shortly. "Do your job."