"Is the water really hot?" Because Castiel still didn't understand how they were supposed to melt a witch with water. Unless the water was hot enough to boil the witch, in which case, it might not melt her so much as create a really disgusting mess.

The logistics would have to wait until later. With the swarm approaching, he stared at the sky and knit his brow. A frown began to crease his face. Were they to run? Where exactly should they run to?