Out in the central room, Sam halted next to Dean as almost a dozen hunters came out of the levator.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Don't know yet," Dean said, "All I know is that those guys were attacked pretty bad. I heard someone talking about Charon but nothing concrete."

"We need to get them to the infirmary," Eri commanded, "You, you and you, let's move, help them out!"

She gestured to some other hunters that had gathered and they quickly surged forward. They all helped the injured down the hall to the infirmary and the boys following, hearing pieces of what happened.

"Came out of nowhere-"

"Just down at the beach, looking into a weird drowning-"

"Black eyed bitch jumps me-"

"Was at the cafe and pulled over the railing-"

"Snapped Jack's neck-"

"Threw Tess into a wall-"

"Banged my head on a table-"

"Tried to drown me-"

"Some freak in black robes comes over-"

"Asking about Winchesters-"

"Told him go to hell-"

"Like I'd give up the Base-"

"Freaking sonovabitch-"

"Tried killing him-"

"Some weirdo showed up-"

"Dude in a trenchcoat and just held up his hand-"

"Now I'm back here with sand all over me-"

"Who knows where that guys is-"

"Wonder who the hell is was-"

'Kinda cute if you asked me-"

"Never seen him but man he was something else-"

"So hot when he blasted that thing back-"

"I want him-"

"Oh hell no, he's definitely mine!"

Sam and Dean stopped short of the doors to the infirmary trading looks.

"Cas?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Cas nodded, appearing behind the boys.

"Jesus Cas, warning next time!" Sam said, stepping back.

"I'm not Jesus," Cas tilted his head, "He was an incredible person though-"

"Ok enough," Dean said interrupting the angel, "Where the hell have you been?"

"Busy," Cas said simply, "But I did find something,"

"Great!" Sam said, "What is it? A way to kill Charon?"

"Not kill," Cas shook his head, "But banish him for a few centuries or so."

"That'll work," Dean clapped his hands, "What do we need?"

"He can only be banished by being speared with an orichalcum arrow in the heart. The arrowhead must be soaked in ichor," Cas explained.

"Great," Dean rolled his eyes, "What's orichalcum. I've never heard of that metal."

"You wouldn't have," Cas shook his head, "The metal is highly rare on Earth. As it was, I only managed to find enough of it to make one arrow."

Sam blinked in disbelief as Cas held up a box with a bunch of broken bronze colored metal. He was right, there wasn't a whole lot of it. He guessed Cas had scoured the entire Earth for all that was in the box.

"Thank you," Dean said, taking the box, "What about the ichor? You have some of that right?"

"Unfortunately I do not," Cas shook his head, "I could find no Greek God that would cut himself for me."

"Does it have to be a god?" Sam asked, "Does it have to be Greek?"

"As far as my knowledge, yes."

"Couldn't we use your blood?" Sam asked, "I mean it wasn't true obviously, but you were like a god when you absorbed the souls from Purgatory."

"Plus you are an angel," Dean said, "You're blood has to be something special."

"I suppose so," Cas nodded, "I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters."

Dean smiled, looking down.

"It's a good thing we're here," Sam said, "They have a metal shop here. We can melt this down and make an arrow."

"Why are we making an arrow?" Eri asked, coming out.

"We have a way to kill Charon," Dean said, explaining what Cas had brought.

"Well then we better strike fast," She said looking to Cas, "Thank you, you saved my guys."

"Not all of them," Cas looked down sadly.

"It could have been a lot worse," She said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "I'm serious, thank you."

"So shall we go?" Dean asked.

"Of course," She grinned, "You two are lucky I used to do archery."

Sam grinned, gripping her hand as they walked down the hall.

He looked back at Dean who nodded his approval.

Sam had debated telling him what Eri could do, but then decided it wasn't his decision. Eri wasn't hurting anyone yet and he knew that Dean would see her as a monster. He would want to kill her. Sam would have to do it. He knew the effects of demon abilities, he would be able to get Eri before she truly went to the dark side. It was his responsibility if she did. He had been helping her learn more and more about it.

He continued walking with Eri as she smiled at him.

First things first, he decided, banish Charon, then worry about Eri.

The four of them made their way outside soon after, Charon and his Charonmites had killed 3 hunters before Cas had appeared at the beach. The hunters bowed their heads as the bodies were salted and burned. As the smoke rose, Cas spoke solemnly to the boys.

"Charon may be reaping these girls," He said, "The souls of the deceased may be the Charonmites, twisted and dark, forced to serve him."

"Is there a way we can stop it?" Sam asked, suddenly worrying about the girls lost in the attack.

"Do you have any gold coins?" He asked.

"Hey," Teresa came up, "Why are you talking? This is a wake. You don't talk during a wake."

"We think their souls might be turned into the Charonmites," Sam explained, "There might be a way to stop if it we have any gold coins."

"Not coins," Teresa shrugged, "But Eri, Jackie and I have gold bracelets."

"That will work," Cas nodded.

Jackie called the other girls over and handed the bracelets to Cas. He nodded, fingering them.

"This is good, this is real gold. I just need to place them in their eyes."

"How?" Teresa asked, "They're bur-"

Before she could finish what she was saying, Cas popped over the 3 funeral pyres, dropping a bracelet into each of the girls' eyes. The gold quickly melted against their face and murmurs sped around the crowd.

He popped back as Teresa stared.

"Angel," She said, "Right."

"What will that do?" Dean asked.

"In Greek mythology it was custom to place 2 gold obolones on the deceased eyes. As payment for Charon to ferry them across to the Underworld," Eri explained, "Brilliant."

"Gold what?" Dean asked.

"Coins," Sam explained, "Their currency. She's right it is brilliant."

"Ya thanks to Cas," Dean said quickly.

"thank you, but I don't deserve your thanks," Cas said, "These three girls were killed because I wasn't fast enough."

"You're an angel," Teresa said, "You can't be everywhere and you saved 11 of our men. You deserve thanks."

"Take it Cas," Dean said as Cas opened his mouth to protest, "You won't win this one."

"They're right," Sam nodded.

"Alright guys," Eri said as the fire burned higher, "Let's just pay our respects in silence."

The boys looked at each other and nodded.

Once the fires finished, everyone filed inside to the dining room where dinner was served.

The atmosphere was morbid, people mumbled to each other in whispers and glanced at the table where Teresa, Eri, Cas and the brothers sat.

"They don't like it," Eri spoke, "Knowing angels exist and seeing one appear is unnerving."

"I cannot help being who I am," Cas said, still confused.

"I know," Dean said patting his shoulder, "But not everyone is as cool with it as we are."

"They'll get over it," Teresa growled, "Angels shouldn't be so surprising as we are currently fighting a Greek reaper. Did you find a way to kill it yet?"

"Not kill," Eri said, explaining the arrow.

"Great," She smiled, "Me and Jackie will head out tonight, find him."

"Fine," Eri nodded, "But do not engage. I don't need another pyre. Not for you."

"Never," She shoo her head, "That goes for you to you know."

"Ya ya I know," Eri smiled, "Dick."

"Ass," Teresa laughed, walking away.