"We," He responds, glancing over his shoulder as a hand wraps around a grocery bag he'd stuffed full of crap while half in the closet. "Are gonna go check out the digs."

He steps out, adjusts the couch cushion beneath his armpit and kicks the closet door shut gently. Cas hasn't seen the safehouse yet, and they need to fix that. When shit gets down, he shouldn't have to depend on Dean or anyone else to get there. Matter of fact, if Dean kicks the bucket somehow or leaves, he's hoping on Cas, Sam, James, and Blake stepping up to keep the whole operation running. Cas should have a working knowledge of every aspect of the resistance.

"Get the door, wouldja?" He nods toward it, hands full of flashlight and bag and cushion and not really in the mood to juggle it all to get them outta here. Granted, Cas could flap them there, but with the nature of some of these events, he doesn't need to count solely on his grace to get him there. He should be able to navigate the maze of trees and ridges and slopes on his own, so they're making this trek on foot.