A sleek, black car snuck down the alley. It parked next to an apartment building. The lights turned off. A scream rose from the building, and the two people burst out of the car. They ran up the fire escape and one smashed open the window. Dean jumped in, pulling out an angel blade while Sam opened the spell book. The woman who had screamed was on the floor, her head bleeding, her arms burned. She couldn't speak, but she looked even more scared at the sight of the Winchesters. A man in a large black coat walked out from the other room, his arms folded, his black hair sticking up like he had been electrocuted.
"Hello Dean." He ignored Sam and stepped up to Dean. He ran his finger along Dean's scar- the one that ran from under Dean's eye to his collar bone. Dean was tense, but he wasn't afraid of the fallen angel.
"Hey Castiel. Up to some naughty business?"
"Yes." Castiel replied, not sensing the humor.
"Great. We were worried that you were one of those… what do they call themselves?"
"Team Free Will." Sam laughed. "Yeah… not really our type."
"It's a pleasure." Castiel said.
"Why did you go after this one?"
"She's the sister of my brother's vessel. Seems nice to take her out while I can."
"Agreed. We can't have Team Free Will running around, can we?" Dean smiled. He went over the the woman. She stared at him with wide eyes. A late night wanderer could hear the screams from the building, and called 911, but they were too late.