No malfunctions to speak of, even without Mrs. Butters being relieved of her post. Dean's not yet been made aware of her and given the treatment that she'd received she deserved to return home after her long spell of service.

Castiel wasn't expecting company but he should have, and he knows that. He's not the only one suffering the exhaustive side effects of whatever was influencing their turmoil. The dead were rising, and the Free Cities had subsequently shifted into chaos once more.

"Spend some more time in Cadens, and I'm sure the uprising will be more than happy to facilitate that." Castiel hasn't moved from his spot, a comfortable little nook that he's made his own. Had he not announced himself with the comment, he would have been just another part of the backdrop as still as a statue at the table with nothing else to accompany him but the deep frown-lines etched into his features.