"Yeah, I think you're right." Both literally and figuratively, apparently. He leaned forward on to the table. "I think we're stuck, Dean... like, for real stuck."

This wasn't some angel dicking around with them this time.

"Dude, shut up. Like you didn't find a lot of the same." He gave Dean's beads a brief, pointed look. "Not really. Ran into Cas for a moment, but... no luck there either. Said he was just as stuck."