It was one of those nights. Dean lay on his bed staring at the ceiling while Sam was snoring blissfully. Suddenly there was a flutter of wings that wasn't as familiar as Dean expected.

- Dean Winchester, stated Balthazar.
- What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? asked Dean in a low voice, sitting up. He didn't want wake up Sam. All he wanted was that the annoying angel would leave.
- I wasn't disturbing your beauty sleep, was I? Quilty consience, eh?
- What do you mean? Dean asked pinching the bridge of his nose.
- You don't know, do you? The angel frowned at first and then smiled wryly. - He doesn't tell you everything. Interesting.
- What are you talking about? Dean asked starting to get worried. - Is it Cas?
- Your guardian angel is crippled.
- What?
- He won't be able to fly to you, Dean. He has been punished.