"I'll keep my cell close." And if they were moving, there probably wasn't time to say good-bye to Gabriel. "Tell Gabriel I'm looking forward to seeing him. Now get going."

He hung up because Dean needed to concentrate. He'd heard that howl in the background, after all. It might not mean anything, but there was really no telling. Sam looked down at the phone in his hand and cursed under his breath before he pulled out his wallet and double-checked he had his concealed carry permit on him. Only then did he go to check the gun he kept in a safe in the bedside table (different drawer from the lube and condoms). He pulled on his own shoulder rig, grabbing a light jacket to go over it before he pocketed his cell phone and went out the door to inform the people who needed to know about what was happening and who to keep a look out for.

And maybe go to the gym because he had a lot of anger to work off, suddenly.