"So you're sure this is what you saw in your vision Sammy?" Dean gently opened a rusting metal door to the abandoned warehouse. "There's nothing here dude."
Sam rubbed at his forehead again and tried to massage the horrific pain away. "Definitely. There were three children chained to a post. It was awful Dean. I haven't had a vision for years." They raised their pistols as they entered in preparation for whatever was to happen.
A light came on in the centre of the warehouse and shone a circle of light around a small table and chair with a man sitting down holding a cup with steam coming off the top. It looked like cheap patio furniture.
The man spoke "I do apologize for the deception boys but I couldn't resist putting the fear of...well I don't want to say God...into you. Care for a cup of tea?" Balthazar flicked his wrist and two more chairs appeared.
Dean charged forward "You son of a bitch!" Another flick of the wrist landed Dean, unwillingly, into a chair on the other side of the table. Sam slowly walked up to the table, returning the fire arm to its place in the waist band of his jeans.
"Now, really, boys is that any way to greet an old friend?" He opened his arms out questioningly.
Dean was about to shout something but thought better of it. Sam spoke instead "You almost killed us. Twice."
The angel looked offended. "I take no responsibility for the actions of my brothers or those of demons. I just HAPPENED to instigate a few situations is all."
"You sent us to a parallel universe without warning or weapons." Sam stated flatly.
Balthazar smiled "Ah, but I never directly hurt you." Silence. "Well if you won't accept a cup of tea our arrangement will simply be agreed. Enjoy the trip."
Sam and Dean shared a confused look, Dean saying "Wait a minute you..." Before he could finish his sentence, Balthazar had placed his middle and index fingers upon the brother's foreheads. They'd experienced the sensation before when Cas had propelled them back to the 80's.
This time they found themselves on a dirt track in the middle of a forest. There was a smell in the air, like when a storm has just finished and then sun has come back. The muddy floor and dripping water from the leaves supported the idea. "Fracking Angels!" Dean yelled, kicking at a collection of damp leaves. "Where the hell are we?" He looked to Sam who simply shrugged.
The two set off down the trodden mud path in the hopes of finding some indication of civilization. "It's a horse track." Sam said, but sighed when he saw Deans 'What are you talking about?' expression. "The tracks. On the ground." Another sigh. "Dads training clearly paid off. This pathway has been used by people on horseback...Dude, dad spent years training us."
They carried on walking for almost an hour until they saw a steady stream of smoke coming up from beyond a line of trees. "Looks like a chimney to me." Sam said. The duo were just over one hundred meters from the tree line when the men came galloping from up behind them. There were two of them. One, a dark man with a thick but short black beard. His hair was curly, the same jet black of that on his face. The other was slightly taller but a thinner man who had a fair complexion. His hair was almost shoulder length and a chestnut brown that matched his styled and trimmed beard. Both wore a uniform of some kind. Though details varied between them, both wore a boiled leather over-shirt with a shoulder sleeve connected that showed a fleur de lis.
The dark man spoke first. "In the name of his royal majesty (along with various other titles), King Louis, we arrest you for suspicion of witchcraft. Personally, I couldn't give a stuff what you did, just don't make my life difficult please." He glanced at his companion and they smiled.
Dean, in a fit of rage made a lunge for the man who had spoken. Unused to a mounted enemy, he didn't do particularly well and was unconscious in a moments glance. The large man was as strong as he looked. Sam rushed to his brother's side and hefted him over his shoulders as the riders trotted up to either side of him.