Together, Sam and Dean found the angel who killed their newest hunter friend. They and Bobby Singer swore to avenge her death. It had been just over one and a half years since Sam and Dean stopped the apocalypse. The angel chuckled under his breath.
'You think you two pathetic humans can actually kill me?' The angel laughed. He then hid his amusement under a thin, figurative layer of erraticism. 'Look around, isn't it magnificent to know you're standing on a pile of bones and rotting flesh?' He smirked, and looked around. 'Of course, your friend will soon be joining…' He looked at the headstone beside him. It was named 'Tyler Starling aged 16. Loved daughter of Kylie Starling. 'Tyler Starling and her rotting, stinking ranks. I wonder where her soul could be… in heaven, or hell? Or maybe even somewhere in-between…?' Dean and Sam had enough. They couldn't believe how disgusting this angel was. If only Castiel knew about it… Dean didn't want to know what would happen anyway. He was far too upset and angry to care.
'Why the hell do you angels have to be such dicks?' Dean exclaimed, raising his gun at the angel. 'Why did you kill her?' The angel let out a sigh.
'I didn't kill her. You did. You used her like an object, like a human shield. Isn't that what all your friends are for, to get in the way of the bullet with your name on it?' Dean still kept his gun aimed at the angel. But he knew he had a point. Every one of his friends had died for himself and Sam. He thought the world, and everyone in it was supposed to revolve around what they did. They did avert the Apocalypse after all. But he remembered the first time they met Indiana. She'd been exposed to the dark side at a young age, and all her life, she craved revenge. And now she was dead, along with her brother, who also died at the hands of an angel. The angel continued. 'You both know you can't kill me without a sword. So why are you two here? To insult me? Or to hear the inconvenient truth about yourselves?' Dean smirked.
'Sure, we can't kill you…' He said, looking behind the angel. '…But he can.' He gestured his head behind the angel. The angel turned around, and came face-to- face with Castiel. 'And I think you aren't on his side either.' Castiel gored his sword into the angel's heart.
'Dean, Sam,' Castiel greeted, looking down at the lifeless angel at his feet. 'He was, as you would say… mentally unstable.' Castiel sighed at the dead angel.
'Thanks, Cas. That really meant a lot to us. That was the bitch who killed Indie.'
'You mean Indiana Starbright?'
'Yeah.'
'I believe that she is now residing in Heaven.' Castiel said. Dean and Sam both smiled, thinking the same thing; she's in a better place now.