"So why exactly are we driving to Michigan," Sam asked from the passenger seat.
"Crowley said there was something powerful there and he wanted us to check it, before Abbadon or someone else gets to it first," Dean replied.
"Crowley? Since when are we doing Crowley's dirty work?"
"Well, he is helping us by looking for the first blade. And if we get to it first, there's no way that it'll get into the scumbags hands."
"Good idea," Sam said.
After about eight hours of driving, they finally got to their destination, Byron, Michigan. They pulled up in front of a small older looking house. The brothers both grabbed a gun from the trunk of the Impala and headed for the house. Seeing that the door was kicked in, they busted in, guns ready.
"What the hell," blurted Dean. In front of them a girl, who looked to be in her mid twenties, laid on the floor, surrounded by a ring of fire. She was unconscious and covered in cuts, as if she had just been in a fight.
"Angels? Why would Crowley send us after angels," Sam exclaimed.
"Crowley sent you?" A voice came from behind them. The boys spun around to find themselves being thrown into the wall. "He's getting a bit slow," the tall demon sneered. "We've been tracking her down for weeks. It seems to me like he just doesn't want to be found."
"That's because I don't," came a small voice. They all looked down to see the girl shakily raise her hand and swipe it to the side, sending the demon straight into a wall. This freed the brothers, who quickly took advantage of the started demon and killed it. When the two turned back to the girl she was unconscious again.
"What do you think," said Sam, "Take her back to the bunker and call Cas?"
"Good idea," Dean agreed, "That way no one will be able to bother her."