Kayla-

Working at the bar is redundantly slow compared to working in the field but I'm getting used to it. The biggest problem I have to deal with is a drunk argument between customers now and then and they hardly ever throw punches. It's so easy I almost feel bad about being here while you guys are out there dealing with my mess. I guess it's better, I feel like I'm getting a better grip on myself. Soon I'll be back in the game and everything will be back to normal, or as normal as it can be anyway. I miss you guys, tell Dean I said hey.

Sam

Kayla closed the email app on her phone and smiled slightly, she was glad Sam was doing okay. She knew if he was miserable he wouldn't tell her anyway, but it was still good to hear from him. His greeting to Dean wouldn't be repeated; something told her he wasn't quite in the mood just yet.

They drove in silence except for the music Dean was listening to; apparently Cas wasn't as talkative with him. He drove where he was directed to drive and they pulled up next to the Waterville, Maine Sheriff's Department.

"Why are we here?"

"A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel."

"And he still has eyes? What's the plan?"

Cas hesitated, he didn't really think much past this point. "We…tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord. And the officer will tell us where the angel is."

"Are you serious? You're gonna walk in there and tell him the truth?"

"Why not?"

"Aw, Cas you're adorable." Kayla smoothed the fold in the front of his jacket. "Get him an ID baby."

He smirked and dug through his pocket. "See Cas, we're humans. And when humans want something, really really bad, we lie."

"Why?" He stood still while Dean put the ID in his jacket pocket and straightened his tie.

"Because. That's how you become President."

Kayla smiled when he looked to her. "You'll do fine. Are you two going to take this?"

"Yep. We'll be right back." Dean led the way into the building, where they quickly found the man they were looking for. "Deputy Framingham?" He turned to them. "Agent Mosley, FBI. This is my partner, Agent Moscone…also FBI." He urged Cas.

Castiel looked at him, then quickly took the ID out of his pocket. He held it up with feigned confidence, appropriately upside down. Dean reach out and flipped it the right way.

"He's new. Mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Sure no problem. Talk here though," he motioned to left ear. "The sounds all blown to hell in his one."

"That happen recently?" They followed him into his office.

"Yeah. At the gas station fire, that's why you're here isn't it?"

"Yes it is." Dean sat, nodding to Cas to do the same. "You mind running us through what happened?"

"Call came in, a disturbance out at the Pump N Go on Route four."

"What kind of disturbance?"

"I would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale, must have been thirty, forty people in all out kill or be killed combat."

"Any idea what set them off?"

The sheriff thought about it a moment and Cas leaned towards Dean. "It's angels and demons probably." He stated, not even trying to be quiet about it. "They're squirmishing all over the globe."

"Come again?" The deputy raised an eyebrow. "What did he say?" He turned to Dean."

"Nothing."

"Demons." Cas corrected.

Dean sighed quietly. "Demons, you know, the drink, adultery. We all have our demons, right?"

He looked uneasily towards Castiel. "I guess."

"Anyway, so what happened next?"

"A freaking explosion that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks but um, I don't think so. It wasn't your usual fire ball. It was…"

"Pure white." Cas finished.

"Yeah. The gas station was leveled, everyone was…it was just horrible." He grimaced off the image of all those dead bodies. "And I see this one guy, kneeling there. Real focused like. Not a damn scratch on him."

"You know him?"

"Donnie Finnerman."

"And let me guess, he just, vanished into thin air?"

"Uh, no. He's down at Saint Pete's."

Castiel turned to Dean, very serious. "Saint Pete's." He repeated.

He nodded. "Thank you. And thank you, Deputy Framingham."

They quickly left the building, Kayla was leaned against the car.

"How'd it go?"

"Oh, it was super." Dean stated. "Cas showed his ID upside down and told the guy angels and demons were 'squirmishing' all over the globe."

She laughed quietly. "Did you find out where he is?"

"Saint Pete's." Castiel told her.

"Yeah, Saint Pete's." Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car.

But when they got to Saint Pete's, they didn't find an archangel. They found an empty vessel that used to hold an archangel. He was little more than a vegetable sitting in a wheelchair.

"Is that what I have to look forward to if Michael jumps my bones?"

"No, it will be completely different. Michael is much more powerful, it will be far worse for you."

"Again with the optimism." Kayla shook her head. "So now what do we do?"

"I need supplies, I'll be back." Without any indication of where or when he would be back, he disappeared.

Dean checked his watch. "Well, we don't know when he'll be back. Would you settle on lunch?"