"You doing okay up there, Cas?" Sam called from miles below, holding the ladder steady.
"Yeah, Yeah, fine. I'm not scared of heights like your brother." I called back to him. I didn't exactly know why I was doing this-I just felt like I needed to, and I was glad that Sam was putting in the extra arm and leg to help. I wasn't sure if he was going to help at all.
"No Cas, I mean, you're breaking into the most highly secured radio network in America."
Ah, Yes. I almost forgot about that. But no time for dilly-dallying. Here I was, up at the top. I pulled out my dagger and, with one precise movement, Hit the exact middle of the window. It fractured outward without breaking. So Sam was right. Thank father for physics. Now came the hard part. I was crouching low, below the window, where nobody could see me. Just to double check, I pulled the building plan out of my jacket pocket. Yes-everything was in sight. And there was the smoke detector.
"Ready?" Sam called up.
I looked down and nodded.
I pulled my hand back and threw.
I'd been practicing this shot for a while now. The dagger lodged itself in the smoke detector, causing the alarm to go off and the operatives to run from the room.
I smiled down at Sam and mouthed the word "Success!"
I carefully fractured the glass and stepped inside. I walked slowly, as if in a trance, to the transmitter. Who was king now? Oh yes. My older brother. Don't ask me how THAT had happened. I slowly punched the word "Gabriel" in and the transmitter started glowing with an eerie blue light. I quickly picked it up. I had intended to shout it, like I did last time, but when I tried, the only thing that came out was a sob. Drat. They heard that, Cas. Pull yourself together.
I picked up the transmitter and said it-barley more than a whisper, but spreading the message I needed to spread as tears streamed down my face.
"Dean Winchester is dead."