[ ah, her mother. Castiel's eyes cast down and away, somber, tone edging on apologetic in it's perpetual monotone. ]

Ellen... No, we haven't seen her. I'm sorry.

[ which is something he's capable of now - being sorry. Grief, remorse, love, longing. Perhaps less 'capable', more 'openly expressive of'. It's been a good handful of years, and while his vessel shouldn't have been aging misha collins still did, either some part of being on Earth so close to humanity, or being made human in this world shows more of his age. Not quite the billions, but a little closer to 40s. things have changed, jo. ]

Sam arrived recently. Me before that, and Dean's been here the longest. [ cas jerks his head towards the casino doors, motioning for her to follow. the brothers will want to see her, and she ought to go by red wings. ]

But no sign of anyone else.