[ Castiel actually turns around - whole body, not just looking over his shoulder - to glare at House for a moment before returning to the task at hand and looking back at the thing wearing Anna's form. ]

If you're wrong about this, I will kill you next. [ Not that he's certain how he would know before it proved too late, either for Anna or - more likely - for himself. ] How many obstacles lie between us? She - it is... [ He pauses, remembering the systems of measurement. American accent, 21st century dialect. ] Ninety yards away, directly ahead.