It had been a rather long time since Castiel, Dean and Sam had caught up. Despite the fact that it would be that slight more comfortable to only have Dean around rather then Sam as well, Castiel came to terms with that almost being impossible. It was only a moment or so that it took Castiel to figure out exactly where and when Dean and Sam may be checking into a hotel, and due to that simple fact he made sure that he made himself appear out of thin air, right on cue. His body making itself up on the spot within a matter of milliseconds, the full Castiel stood straight and emotionless.

Having his body so straight was almost so supernatural that it was the key pointer that he wasn't human; his posture was above perfect. Castiel's trench coat hung heavily over his shoulders and his tie messily sat around his neck. It wasn't any rare occasion that Castiel would come and talk to the boys, and it was clear this time was no exception. The Angels and 'God' were growing tired of what Sam was doing - drinking Demon blood and making himself 'stronger'. This was hardly the idea that the Angels had when setting Dean on his journey to stop Lilith and the Apocalypse. Sam doing what he was doing, was a accident waiting to happen. If he continued to drink the blood and grew stronger, he nor any one else knew what he could become and in the current time with all the current problems as is, the angels could hardly risk it.

It would only be a matter of seconds until one, or more then likely both of the brothers came strolling through the door to find Castiel there 'friendly neighborhood angel' standing there, waiting to talk to them with his regular look and regular garments. It may not be one of the sights that had longed for after a hard days work, but it wasn't Castiel's concern what they 'wanted'. So long as the work of God was going as it needed to, Castiel didn't have a Worry in the world; it clearly wasn't going the way God had wanted it to.

Castiel was right about where the Brothers would be checking in, and was also correct that Dean was doubtful to have been coming alone - hence same being the first of the brothers to enter the room. You did';t have to have emotion, nor brains to notice the way that Sam eyed off Castiel, and gave Dean a strange and some what irritated look. Shrugging it off, Castiel kept his eyes on Sam; mainly because the issue at hand was more involving him then it was Dean - depending on how you looked at it really. If it were not something as serious as involving the Apocalypse, Castiel probably would have waited for some one like Dean or Sam to get the word in first, but on this occasion that was not so. Castiel wanted to get this problem right out into the open so that the Brothers could 'clear' the air.

Turning his body to follow his line of sight, Castiel stood well and tall in front of Sam "The Angels Know Sam." his face emotionless when he delivered the words. It was more then likely that Dean would end up asking something like 'The angels know what?' and then noting that Castiel wouldn't respond immediately he would question 'Cas?'
First thing was first, and that was Castiel trying to talk to Sam about his actions - hence trying to solve the situation in a more 'civil' way.
"She isn't helping you Sam. What you're doing isn't helping in preventing the apocalypse, Nor is it making you stronger - rather weaker. I knew you were disobedient, but this had brought you to a new extant - one that I have not seen before." The tone of Castiel's voice was cold and dark, though his face kept it's emotionless look, as did his body's stature. It was obvious what Castiel was talking about - not to Dean of course, but more then obvious to Sam.

Once all that was needed to be said was out in the open it appeared clearly to Castiel, that this night wasn't going to be so much as smooth running. His effortless stance held his body at it's regular stature as he looked from Dean to Sam. Dean;s reaction was as expected; angry and abrupt. He couldn't believe that his brother had actually picked a Demon over him - on that point in some ways neither could Castiel. The strange thing was, Sam was convinced that all of it was for the greater good - all for a good enough reason. Tilting his head on a side, as Castiel tended to do, a lot, he tried to make sense of Sam's theory on the matter. In Castiel's mind nothing seemed to add up to Sam's favor, but then again, nothing that Castiel ever thought of added to Sam's side of things. To be honest, it probably had something to do with Sam slowing down the process of Dean stopping all the seals, at the current time though, with the events at hand, it was not Castiel's place to say. To add any more tension to the current problem at hand would more or less be suicidal.

Listening to Dean's angry tone, Castiel's face seemed as if to have some form of disappointment, even anger. Dean cussed in the presence of Castiel - something that the angel didn't like so much as even a little.
"Watch you're tongue, Dean." Castiel spoke, his voice with a tad more darkness then his normal emotionless tone. Looking as Sam Apologized it seemed like that wasn't even good enough for Dean. Then again an apology wasn't good enough for Castiel either, what Sam had been doing and more than likely would remain to do was sick... more then sick - satanic and demonic. Eyes flicking over at Dean as he rudely dismissed the Angel, Castiel wasn't there for any longer then point five of a second. Before his disappearance, his trench coat flapped gently and then, poof, he was gone - vanished into mid air.

The Curtain that stood behind him flew around slightly with the movement that had taken place before Castiel vanished, but other then that, there was no sign that any one had been there in the first place. This was Dean's problem to sort out. and Castiel didn't plan on intruding any longer - after all he was merely the messenger, delivering the Message that would never reach Dean's ear other wise. Sam would never have told Dean, keeping him in the dark from all this sad and miserable secrets. The only way that Dean was fully informed now day's was if Castiel came to fill in those 'little' details. By little, Castiel meant big, but Sam's view of such pieces were small - obviously to small to inform Dean of any way.