"Dude can we get some new tunes? We've been listening to the same five cassettes for the last fiver years. There are some new rock groups you could listen to." Sam was currently trying to catch some Z's in the passenger seat of Dean's black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, or as Dean referred to it, his baby. They had just finished a job in Inperal Gables, California and were headed back to Bobbies in Lawrence County, South Dakota.
"Sam, man I need you to navigate real quick, which way do I go?" Dean pulled off the small road and onto the shoulder. Sam rolled over and sleepily pulled a road map from the glove compartment.
"Well, that depends, do you want to head towards Los Angeles on the Freeway which is the quickest way to Bobbies, or do you want to go the back roads to Bobbies?"
"I don't know man, were low on gas, I'm gonna say the quick way, there will defiantly be gas and motels on the freeway."
"Ok, freeway it is." Sam looked at the map for a few minutes before deciding on which direction to turn. "It looks like we turn left on I-10 here and once we hit Los Angeles. We need to grab I-15 north towards Los Vegas, and then I-90 into South Dakota. Now can I go to sleep?" Sam grumbled to himself.
"Yeah, man." Dean pulled back onto the road as Sam put the map back into the glove compartment and rolled back over to go to sleep. As Dean neared I-10 he started seeing signs that directed him to Los Angeles. "Well Sammy, you said Los Angeles, and after that Los Vegas and that means strippers." Dean turned to look at Sammy to see his sleeping form slumped against the window. "Right, you're asleep. Man, I need to stop talking to my self." Dean took the turn onto the freeway and began driving towards Los Angeles.
He stopped at a gas station a few minutes later and while the Impala was filling up with gas, Dean went into the station. As he walked in he noticed that for it being the middle of the night, there sure were a lot of people in the gas station. He went over to the soda refrigerators along the far wall and was deciding on what he wanted to drink when he over herd two men in the corner talking to each other. One man was tall. He looked like a lawyer to Dean because he had the whole suite and tie vibe that in Dean's mind meant Lawyer. The other man was shorter but more stocky to Dean he screamed handy man or grease monkey. The two men stopped talking when they noticed Dean. "Oh, don't mind me." Dean opened the refrigerator and grabbed a coke and an energy drink out of it. As he shut the door he gave the two men a big fake Dean smile and walked towards the candy isle. Dean thought the two men were a little weird but shook it off.
As he stood in the candy isle he overheard the lawyer. "I don't know man Los Angeles, that's suicide. The last guy we sent there came back as a vamp's chew toy, and it wasn't even the right vamp."
"No, man." The grease monkey responded. "If we do this right we take out the problem and the apocalypse is back on. Come on how hard is it to take out one vamp?"
"This guy isn't just one vamp, I mean he's like the Rambo of vamps. This guy makes Dracula look like a poodle." The lawyer took a breath and tried to calm down. "You did not have to work undercover there. He was taking people out left and right. I watched him behead a guy because he was having virgin blood baths in his off time. You don't know how hard it was to keep off his radar." The two men stopped talking again and looked at Dean. Dean quickly squatted down behind the candy isle before they spotted him. "He took on Wolfram and Heart. Do you know what they did? Do you?" The grease monkey shook his head no. "The opened a hell mouth in Los Angelus and sent an army of demons just to kill him. He's almost as annoying as the Slayer and her army." Dean moved some candy bars out of the way so that he could see the two men talking. The grease monkey looked as if he were about to say something, but the lawyer cut him off. "Do you know what happened to him and his friends when the army caught up to him?" The grease monkey shook his head no again. "When the army caught up with them, they disappeared. The army was four feet in front of them and they just freaking disappeared. They showed up seven days later, and they have been taking out every demon they've come across since. You want to know how hard it could be to take them out. Try taking out the slayer, it's that hard, maybe even harder. And worse yet one of them has taken out two slayers." The lawyer took a moment to calm down and lower his voice. Dean strained to hear the conversation. "If we want to take these guys out, were going to have to come at them from a different direction. We need to get in contact with him." The grease monkey looked at the lawyer from a second with complete terror in his eyes before his eyes turned black revealing that he was in fact a demon.
"I thought he was hunting down those two Winchester brothers, why would we want to bring him into our apocalypse? He'll take over. We won't be in control anymore."
The lawyer cut the grease monkey off, his eyes turned black and then melted to a dark blood red. "He is the father of us all. If he can't take out these insufferable do gooders then it can't be done." He wasn't entirely sure what the conversation the two demons just had was about, but he gathered that they were planning on bringing in some one who was after them to take care of their problem.
It seemed that the two men were done talking so Dean grabbed a hand full of Snickers bars and headed towards the checkout counter. On his way, he spotted a sale on salt and grabbed a twenty pound bag for the road. He made a quick stop at the magazine stand and grabbed the newest copy of Busty Asian Beauties. When he got to the check out counter the cashier gave him a funny look. "Low sodium." Dean gave the cashier a fake smile and paid for his soda, candy, salt, and porn then left the station. He put the salt in the trunk of the Impala and returned to the driver's seat with his candy soda and porn. "Well there go the strippers. Sam wake up we have a job." Dean shook Sam until he woke up and then recounted his adventure in the gas station as he pulled out of the gas station and returned to the freeway.
Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Dawn stepped off the plane and gathered in the terminal with their carryon luggage. "Ok, so we're here now what? Baggage claim right?" Xander asked the group of tired girls. "How do we get there?" Xander began turning in circles looking for the baggage claim.
"No Xander. We have to clear customs first. Then we can go to the baggage claim." Willow responded as her eyes dropped for the tenth time since they'd exited the plane.
"Ok, but were do we go?" Xander began turning in circles looking for customs.
"It's called signs you dork." Willow pointed to a sign over Xander's shoulder and began to lead the group thru customs, and once they were thru that mess towards the baggage claim. Once they were thru customs Buffy began to relax, it was good to be back in the United States.
"Ok, so we need to find our bags and then find a place to crash." Xander seemed to get a head of himself.
"Xander we have a hotel and everything already paid for by the Watcher Council." Dawn was trying to catch up to Xander as he rushed thru the airport.
"Hey once we get some sleep the first thing on the list for tomorrow is the mall. I heard there was a sell on shoes." Buffy seemed to not care about the mission the Watchers Council, mainly Giles had sent them on and that was upsetting Dawn.
"Hey, Giles did not send us here to go shopping, although a shoe sale sounds good. He sent use here to figure out what happened to Angel and his team. I know it's been five years since they took on Wolfram and Heart, who created a new hell mouth here just to spite them, but they might still be alive and if they are they may need our help." Dawn was upset that Buffy didn't seem to care about Angel and Spike's well being. They had reached the baggage claim and Buffy pulled her bag off as Xander was struggling with his bag.
"Dawn, I know this is difficult for you to understand, for everyone to understand, but their ok." Buffy was tired of trying to explain how she knew this. Everyone had told her she was crazy. If they were ok, they would have tried to call for help at some point. But she knew that after the fight in Paris five years ago something had happened, she knew they were ok. They had been brought to Paris by Whistler and threw some miracle Buffy had won the Battle but she had died once again. Everyone was quite surprised when she woke up on her funeral prier. Once she'd pushed those memories to the back of her mind she gave Dawn a smile trying to reassure her that she was right.
Once everyone had their bags, they went to the nearest car rental place in the airport and after standing in a rather long line retrieved their rental car. They exited the airport and went to their rental car, it was a back Escalade. "Swanky, Giles pulled out all the stops!" Dawn nearly squeaked when she saw the Escalade. "To bad he couldn't come too. Is this thing really bullet proof like the lady said?"
"Dawn, Giles couldn't come he's in charge of the Watchers Council, we were lucky to all be able to come together on this mission. It's been ages since we've all been together, its just like to good old days of Sunnydal. Besides he's afraid that if Angel is alive, he'll want to kill him for not helping them with their friend." Buffy laughed as she handed her bags to the driver. "And yes the Escalade is bullet proof."
Xander loaded their bags into the trunk while the girls pilled into the Escalade. Xander slide into the driver's seat and pulled away from the airport and the girls began to node off into a dreamless light sleep. Eventually Xander woke Willow up and she directed him to the hotel the Watchers Council had reserved for them. Xander pulled into the parking lot and woke Buffy and Dawn up. They struggled to get out of the Escalade, and then they pulled their bags out of the SUV and dragged them to the hotel. They entered the hotel and Xander quickly checked them in. The watchers council had procured three bedrooms that were connected together by a living room and full kitchen.
Dawn being the curious girl she was, wondered into the bathroom to be greeted by a toilet and shower, the standard bathroom accommodations. Willow walked into one of the bed rooms with her luggage and shut the door behind her not to be seen again. Buffy grabbed Dawn and her bags and took them into the room next to Willows room, while Xander took his baggage to the room across from the girls' room. After a few minutes of exploration, Dawn went into her room where Buffy was already crashed out on one of the beds. Dawn walked to the large window that covered the entire wall and looked out upon the city. "Well, it doesn't look like the city has been swallowed by a hell mouth, but then again I never really saw what that looked like. I wonder if they really are ok." She closed the curtains and walked over to the second bed and turned off the light before she passed out.
Buffy shifted in her sleep, she was having another nightmare. They had started out vague. She was walking thru her old house in Los Angelus. Then they began to become less vague. She would be there with Willow, Dawn, and Xander, he would make a joke she couldn't remember, then three men would walk thru the house like they were looking for something, and then Joyce would be there, she was trying to tell her something, something very important, something life changing, but Buffy couldn't hear her. It was like the dream was on mute when her mother showed up. And then just like that, the dream was gone. Buffy had been getting the same dream every night for the past month. When they started she did not remember them, but as the nights progressed she began remembering the dream more and more. When she'd awaken in the morning she would remember the entire dream.
Willow was sitting on her bed. She was too wired to sleep. She'd been so tired on the plane, but now that their in L.A. she just couldn't sleep. She was remembering the last time she'd been in L.A. There was something different in her memories. She kept trying to remember, but something, something had been changed. Someone was missing. She remembered a conversation with someone, someone who didn't like something… magic. She had forgotten someone who didn't like magic. She jumped off the bed and rushed over to her suitcase. Someone had altered her memories about the last time she was here in L.A. and she had a sneaky suspicion that it was Wolfram and Heart. After a few minutes of tossing her clothes around the room, she'd reached the bottom of the suitcase and the false bottom. She opened it up and started pulling out herbs, and candles, and a spell book. She picked up the book. It was one Tara had given her. She flipped to the chapter on mind alterations and began to read.
Xander was lying in his bed alone, again. It had been this way for six years, since Anya had passed in the fight over the hell mouth. He turned on the TV, flip, flip, flip, he flipped the channels until he landed on a news station. For some reason the news channels calmed him down now, he liked to know what was happening in the cities he was in at the time. The news anchor handed the news off to someone in the field. The camera showed a dead body covered by a white cloth. "The victim was a 21 year old girl, who left the bar at approximately 11:30 pm, and headed down this ally." The news reporter moved out of the way for the camera man to pan around the ally. The TV showed several police officers around a body and a second girl sitting down with two officers. There was a man in a black leather jacket that quickly left the shot. Xander could have sworn he recognized the figure. It looked like Angle's jacket and his build. The camera returned to the reporter. "The second victim, also a 21 year old girl has well according to her, she was saved by a man in black who stopped the attackers. The report is still coming in and I will keep you posted."
The camera went back to the anchor lady and Xander turned off the TV. "So, he is still alive. Now how did Buffy know?" Xander turned over and drifted off to sleep.
Dean had been driving for a few hours when he noticed the traffic ahead slowing down. He looked out the driver's window and noticed a lot of cars coming from the other direction. "What's going on? A wreck?" Dean shook Sam's arm until he woke up as the car came to a dead stop on I-10.
"What's going on Dean?" Sam asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Not sure." Dean leaned his head out of the window and noticed army personal going from car to car with flash lights. "Not goo Sammy. It's an army road block. What's going on?"
"Can we turn around and figure another way in?" Sam asked as he turned to look at the line of cars behind them, only to be met with the face of the Angle Castiel. He looked tired he wore his usual tan trench coat and unkempt white button up shirt with the tie hanging loose.
"No man, were boxed in." Dean turned around and nearly screamed as he was met by Castiel's worried expression. "Cass, Dude. A warning, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"But I have come to warn you." Castiel looked around at the sounding cars. "This road is not safe."
"We noticed Cass, were stuck at an army check point." Sam pointed out.
"No, I mean the path you two are walking. Los Angelus is not a safe place for you."
"Yeah, well we were just driving threw on the way back to Bobbie's when Dean stopped to get gas and over herd two demons talking about a vampire that disrupted an Apocalypses." Sam turned back to face the front seat.
"I figure if this son of a bitch has them that scarred and pissed off at the same time we might want to check it out.
"What do you plan to do once you find him?" Cass asked as he watched two men in camouflaged fatigues approach the car.
"Don't know yet." Dean watched the two men approaching.
The two men reached the car at the same time, one of them knocked on the window and motioned for Dean to roll the window down. Dean slowly rolled the window down suddenly wishing they'd had more time to grab a fake FBI ID or something out of the glove box.
"Good evening sir, would you mind stepping out of the car please."
Dean knew he hadn't done anything wrong. "Why?" He asked while trying to figure out what was going on.
"Was there a wreck up ahead?" Sam asked as he leaned over towards the window.
"We not at liberty to discuss that sir, please step out of the car.
To both Dean and Sam's surprise Castiel stepped out of the car. He looked from one man to the other as worry washed across his face. The look he was giving them scarred the men and the second one pulled his semi automatic AK-47 up to his side. That had Dean and Sam out of the car in seconds. Dean jumped in front of Castiel as Sam began to move around the back of the car. The man with the gun moved it from Castiel's chest to Sam's face. "You stay where you are." The first man looked at his partner with his weapon pulled and then at the three men that had been in the car. He realized that something was off about them, but he didn't think that there weapons should be trained on them. He slowly reached for his radio, he clicked the transmit button and began trying to convenes his partner to lower his gun.
"Flanery, put the weapon down, they are civilians."
"No man, there's something wrong here." Flanery turned his head back towards the man with the radio and then quickly back to the three men he had his weapon trained on."
"Flanery, I will not say it again. Put the weapon down that's an order."
Suddenly Flanery began shaking with laughter. He dropped his face towards the ground and when he looked back up his eyes were black. Sam had been stopped at the trunk of the car and upon realizing that the man was a demon, he quickly opened the trunk.
On the other end of the radio was a guy sting at a switch board and when he heard someone telling Flanery to put his weapon down he notified his soupier. The soupier took off after the two men who were supposed to be turning the civilians around. He broke into a dean run, dodging in between parked cars and running over one desperately trying to reach the scene in time. When he saw Flanery with his weapon pointed at three men with his eyes black as coal, he knew he'd found what they'd been looking for. He ran up the front of another car and launched himself at Flanery from his blind side. He tucked and rolled as his body impacted Flanerly and then the ground quickly popping back up on his feet. The distraction gave Sam the time to pop the trunk and load the shotgun with slat rounds. Dean was trying to get Castiel to back up, but he just stood there. Flanery picked him self up off the asphalt still laughing. "Agent Finn, I forgot how hard up punch. How's the wife? Still possessed?" The demon let out another laugh as it turned towards the three men who'd at ne time been unarmed. "Tsk tsk tsk. Now then you must be the Winchester bothers, I was told to watch out for you. But who's the stiff? I mean come on he's kind of obvious."
Castiel took two steps forward tilted his head to the side and said. "I am an Angle of the lord and you will be reduced to nothing."
The demon burst out laughing again. "Really? By who? The slayer?" As the words left his mouth, a fist came up and punched him in the face sending him spiraling to the ground. The guy who'd leapt threw the air and tackled the demon had just knocked him to the ground once again. When the demon got back up, Sam shot him with the salted shot gun until a black plum of smoke left his body.
"Damn. I needed that demon." Fly boy turned around and faced the guy with the radio. "Solider, you're dismissed." The guy quickly saluted and turned on his heels and left the seen. Luckily all the people in the sounding cars had been removed from there cars before the incident occurred or Dean and Sam would really be in for it. "Nice shooting there."
"Thanks." Sam said as he kept the shot gun in his hands. Dean was sizing the guy up.
"So, you go everywhere with shotguns full of salt?" The question startled Dean and Sam. This guy knew that that was a demon and how to fight it. The guy looked over his shoulder back at a set of tents Dean hadn't noticed before. "I'm going to take that as a yes. I'm Agent Finn." The man extended his hand to Dean. Dean looked to the man and then to Castiel and Sammy.
"He is a solider for the side of light." Castiel tilted his head as he looked at Agent Finn. "How long have you been fighting?"
"How…How…"
"Did he know? Sam had lowered the gun and placed it back in the trunk. He was walking up to the side of Cass and Dean. "I thought we covered that part."
Agent Finns eyes darted back and forth between the man with the smug look, the confused tax accountant, and Sasquatch. "Ok, he's an Angle. But who are you two?"
"How much do you know about demons?" Sam asked.
"Dude Sammy, shut the trap man." Dean turned to look at Sammy.
Agent Finn burst out laughing as a smirk spread across his face. "You'd be surprised with how much I know. Let's just say the government has been aware of their presence for some time, like since the Second World War. At one point they even had a few teams fighting them. Of course what I just said is classified and can not be repeated."
"What?" Dean had a look of shock spread across his face before he quickly hid it behind a mask of anger.
"Look, I can't explain any of it to you with out running the risk of being court marshaled again, so take it for what it is and move on."
"So, you know what that was?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that's what the road block was for. We've been chasing that guy all across the country. He started something of a riot over in Florida, but that's been taken care of."
"By you and your team?" Dean asked as skepticism spread into his voice.
"No, the slayer and her army took out the problem. We did not make it in time to even watch. Hey, if you're an angle then maybe you met her. I mean she has died I think it's three times now. She did say she spent a month in heaven after one of her apocalypses took her out, although she was talking in riddles so I'm not to sure." Agent Finn babbled on until he realized he'd lost the guys back at the beginning of his ramble. "Ok, so that probably made no sense to you guys huh?"
"I got to slayer, Dean you said those were a myth." Sammy looked over to Dean.
"Well we thought angles were a myth, so until I see one with my own two eyes I'm going with myth. Now what about spending a month in heaven, cause man that I caught."
"Hey, I'm not sure on the details. All I know is a hell god came to town and opened a hell mouth. After she killed the hell god, she had to close the hell mouth so she jumped into it. Her friends decided that they needed her back."
"So what they called the one eight hundred get my friend out of heaven free hot line?" Dean snapped.
"Actually no, one of her friends is a witch, a very powerful witch. She pulled her out."
"Are you serious? A witch? Where'd she get that kind of power?" Sam was getting a little anxious.
"Hey, I've got no clue. I only joined their group for a couple of months when they tried balancing hunting things and college at the same time. But that doesn't really matter, why are you guys headed to L.A.?"
"A hunt." Dean sent Sammy a look that said keep your mouth shut.
"Figures, the town is crawling with things to hunt. Anything in particular, or just anything you can find?"
"Does it matter?" Sam sent the look back at Dean.
"Well, that depends. If it's something specific, there's a group that could help if you needed it, although he might find it a bit amusing."
"Amusing, why would he find it amusing?" Sam asked
"Because his name is Angel, and if I were you I would not go to meet him guns a blazing if you catch my drift. Besides if you killed him Buffy would send her army after you."
"Who's Buffy?" Dean asked
"The slayer, look you have to get passed this check point undetected, because if anyone else had come onto this scene you would have been royally screwed."
"How do we do that?"
Agent Finn looked around for a few seconds then turned back towards them. "Get back in your car and slowly follow me."
Dean, Sam, and Castiel returned to the comfort of the Impala and Dean slowly began to follow Agent Finn as he walked off the highway and out into the desert. After about five minutes Agent Finn stopped and approached the window of the Impala. He waited as Dean rolled the window down.
"If you keep going north for about another ten minutes and then turn west back towards the interstate then you should be far enough past the road block. I have to return to my post. If you do go looking for Angel, Tell him you ran into Riley and he figured you guys could help." Agent Finn turned back the way he'd come and disappeared into the night.
"Ok, that has to be one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to us." Dean said as he began driving in the direction Agent Finn had pointed them in.
Once the Impala pulled back onto the highway, Sam turned around in the back seat to check if anyone was following them. Seeing no one he turned back around and leaned in towards Dean and Castiel "So, do you think we can trust him?"
Castiel turned back to face Sam. "He was a warrior of God, he can be trusted."
"Ok, but how do you know that?" Sam asked
"I just do." Castiel turned and looked out the passenger window as Dean entered the outskirts of town.
A few minutes later, Dean pulled into a cheap motel and went to get a room. As he was returning to the Impala to tell Sam and Castiel the room number and to get his bags, a scantly clad prostitute came running out of a near by room screaming at the top of her lungs. She hit Dean, fell to the ground jumped up and was gone before Sam or Castiel could get out of the Impala. Dean noticing that her neck was bleeding ran into the room she'd come from followed by Sam and Castiel. The first thing they saw was a vampire, his face was covered in blood and a second prostitute dean on the floor at his feet. Before Dean or Sam could reach for one of the many weapons they kept hidden on their bodies, the vampire turned to dust. Behind the dusted vampire stood a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. He had shaggy brown hair that was just a little bit shorter than Sam's. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with some random emo looking design on the front, and some black jeans. The determined look dropped from the boys face when he saw the three men in the room. It was replaced by a smile that sent chills up their spins. The young man leaned down very slowly as if testing them to see if they would stop him. He picked up a miniature battle axe and tucked it onto his back under his shirt. The wooden stake in his hand was quickly returned to his wrist where several more stakes were strapped on. His eyes glanced over Dean and Sam and settled on Castiel as if he knew he wasn't human.
As he stood up his eye darted over the two men, he could tell they were hunters. Not just by the way they carried them selves but also by their eyes like they'd seen things like this hundreds of times before. His eyes settled on the third man, he was not human and defiantly not demon. He tried placing the feeling that he was getting from the man that was dressed like a tax accountant but he was getting nothing until he remembered something he had tried desperately to forget. The tax accountant felt like her, before they'd known she was possessed. Back before the coma, back when he was confused and did not understand this world. Back when he didn't know any better. She had become what his father referred to as a higher being, or an angel, a real one, not some demon claiming to be one to scare others away. So, if he felt like her, then he too must be an angel, but did the two hunters know that? His eyes returned to the two hunters, they were in defensive positions much like his. They looked a bit confused, probably because some random kid just dusted a vamp, and that's what they do. The young man returned his stake to his wrist with the others and watched as the hunter's eyes followed the movement of the stake. "So, two hunters and what ever you are," He indicated to the tax accountant, "this is interesting." He looked at his watch two a.m. he still had time to hit some other hot spots before the sun came up and the evil went to bed. "This is very interesting."
He turned to leave out a broken window in the bathroom. "Hey, what's your name?" The Sasquatch asked.
The young man turned back to face them. "It's Connor, and I don't like it when higher beings start messing with me or my family. It gets… messy, so back off." He indicated the tax accountant once again before turning back towards the window.
"Well, ah Connor, this here is my brother Dean, and I'm Sam." He pointed to the other hunter and then himself. "That's Castiel." He pointed to the tax accountant. "How did you know we were hunters?"
Connor turned back towards them. "It's kind of obvious, in the way you carry yourselves, and your eyes."
Castiel took a step forward. "How did you know?" He tilted his head sideways as if confused.
"What? That you're not from this plan of existence?" Connor looked as if he was remembering something painful before he continued, "You smell like her."
"Dude, Cass what is he talking about?" Sam and Dean looked to Castiel waiting for him to clarify.
"I am not sure." Castiel tilted his head once again.
Connor took another good sniff of the angel. "I take it back you smell different. She smelled more… pure, you have a similar smell, but it's not the same. It's from the same place though. That rules out powers… hum…"
Connor seemed to be musing over something. "Powers? How do you know of them?" Castiel's look of confusion suddenly changed into a look of slight terror.
"Them, lets just say I wouldn't be here if it weren't for their interference." Connor seemed to shift his weight out of habit or maybe boredom.
"If the Powers are here then we are in danger." Castiel turned to Dean. "We must leave immediately."
"Whoa, Cass we just got here, and we haven't stopped the thing we came here to stop."
Castiel shifted his eyes between Sam and Dean. "We have to leave before they find us."
"What the Powers? Don't worry about them. They don't come down here much; they like to stay out of things as much as possible. Although when it comes to apocalypses they sometimes decide to do something." Connor seemed lost in thought once again.
"What are the Powers?" Sam had a look of complete confusion on his face. "Cass, man you're starting to scare me with this whole run for the hills thing."
"Do you remember the cupid?"
"Yeah, he was naked and all into the love for everyone." Dean snapped.
"Powers are nothing like the cupid. They are of the Second Sphere which works as heavenly governors. The Powers are the bearers of conscience and the keepers of history. They are also the warrior angels created to be completely loyal to God. Lucifer was the chief of the Powers before he fell. Their duty is to oversee the distribution of power among humankind, hence their name. So, you see if they are here, we should not be."
"Hey, I thought the thing you put on us would keep them from seeing us." Dean was becoming frustrated with Castiel.
"They should."
"Hey, if you guys are still in town tomorrow, there's this house that's supposed to be haunted. I'm supposed to go check it out, but I have never actually dealt with a ghost."
"You want us to help you with a ghosty?" Dean suddenly became very excited with the prospect of a hunt.
"Um, yeah. I usually deal with things more corporeal. The rest of the team, well some of them have dealt with ghosts, but they refuse to do it, which is really annoying because they're the ones doing the whole repenting thing."
"So they dumped the ghost hunt on you? Why?" Sam seemed a little stricken that someone would just dump a hunt on someone else.
"They know the ghost, or knew the person. She didn't like my dad to much, and my uncle lets just say he's not dumb enough to try to put her to rest without letting the daughter know first." Connor relaxed a little and began to pace back and forth.
"So, they just sent you to do it instead?" Dean was becoming suspicious.
"Yeah, if I solved the problem and it got back to the daughter then my dad and uncle can clam they knew nothing about it, look it's getting late and I have several other places to hit before the night is over. I have work in the morning, if you guys want in on the hunt meet me at the Starbucks down the street at noon, that's when I get off." Connor turned and leapt out the broken window and into the night.
Dean and Sam turned to face Castiel, "So should we trust him?"
"We have no other choice, besides he has something for you to hunt." Castiel turned and began walking towards the room Dean had gotten them for the night.
Willow had been up for several hours now. She had determined the general time frame of when her memories had been changed. It was shortly after she'd left L.A. with Faith in tow, so maybe Faith's memory had been messed with too. She'd called Faith and determined that what ever she'd forgotten, Faith had also forgotten. She then thought about everything she'd done while in L.A. Most of it was fuzzy because it was so long ago, but then again her memory was never fuzzy, which meant something had been changed. Willow had read the whole chapter about mind alteration twice before she decided to do anything. She eventually decided that if knowing was half the battle, she wanted to know incase it had something to do with their current mission. So after an hour of chanting, she'd managed to restore her memories and she was now curled up in a ball trying to sort them out. She knew Angel had a son, she knew Faith kicked his ass because he was a little gungho about killing Angelus. She knew he was raise by Holtz, and he was now dead. And she knew someone was pulling Angel's strings behind the scenes. The timing of her returning to L.A. and Angel showing up with the amulet was also troubling. The only place she could think of that would have known about the amulet was Wolfram and Heart. Angel showing up with the amulet, taking the job there and her and Faith forgetting about Connor was too many coincidences to actually be a coincidence. So if Connor went off the deep end for some reason, which would have put Wolfram and Heart in a position with Angel to fix what ever Connor, did which meant that they could have forced Angel to work there and he wasn't evil like Giles thought. Willow's brain was running a mile a minute as things began to make a lot of sense. Slowly her eyes began to droop she turned and looked at the alarm clock it was 3:45 a.m., she turned over and drifted off to sleep.