"Welcome to life with the Winchesters," Sam said, chuckling. "I've been trying to resolve that problem since I was about seven. I still haven't gotten very far."

Forehead met palm as his brother stalked outside to try and pound his way out of the dome. "Seriously, Dean?"

Relieved to see that Dean was starting to finally settle down, Sam turned towards Castiel, "I hate that he's stuck in there on his birthday. We should do something for him when he gets out."