The way that the bus was swerving and pitching was more severe than Castiel had expected, and in the end he had to grab for the back of one of the seats in order to keep his balance. His other hand was still tightly gripping his blade as he waited for one of the hounds to come to him.

It didn't take long, thankfully, as it was becoming more and more clear that this needed to be dealt with quickly. The problem was that there were three of them and only one of him.

As the dog's gaping mouth snapped up toward the window, Castiel leaned forward. He was putting himself in danger, but this would be the only way to get a hit in on the creature, and as things were he had the more advantageous position. He waited for the dog to jump up again and then slashed out with his sword, aiming for its eyes.

The other two hounds were still ramming the bus, however, and they were strong enough that Dean might not be able to keep it upright. Castiel wasn't sure how much further it was until they reached the town, but he doubted Dean could keep the bus going for that long.

Which meant that he needed a proper distraction.

Castiel pulled away from the window and started down the aisle. "Keep driving!" he called back to Dean over his shoulder as he moved toward the exit doors at the middle of the bus. "I'll try to draw them away."