Chapter 10: Heaven's Most Wanted part two

The shower turned off as Cain stepped out and took a towel to dry his hair. He went to the bed where he had laid out the clothes he had picked out from the farmer's wardrobe. He chose a pair of blue jeans, a white undershirt, a blue and white flannel button shirt and found a leather jacket to wear over it. He dressed and went to the mirror where he adjusted his hair and trimmed his beard wherever it was uneven. When it was all said and done he had to admit that he was far better off than he had been before.

"Now what's missing," he said to himself. He squinted his eyes as a sharp burn shot out from his arm. He rolled back his right sleeve to see that his mark was glowing red. "Right…of course."

On the bed next to the pile of his old smelly and dirt coated clothes was his holster for the First Blade that he had made what seemed forever ago. He wrapped it around his middle and then fastened it before putting his jacket over it to semi block it from view.

"That's better."

Cain stepped out of the house and walked off. As he was putting the farm behind him, he could hear the echoes of screams coming back from there. He guessed that the farmer's body and the cows had finally been discovered in the barn where he left them.

Dean and Sam were dressed in their suits as they walked the hallways of a police station with a police officer as they looked through the glass wall into the interrogation room holding the young teen boy who had spontaneously assaulted and beat one to near death with a rock.

"Andrew Juergens," the officer said as he showed them the teen.

Dean looked hard at the kid. He looked even scrawnier than Sam did when he was his age. "That kid beat those two others?"

"Yeah," the officer said a little amused. "I was just as surprised. I checked him after he was brought in. He never so much as got told off for flicking someone behind the ear. He's not the type to beat on others. More like the type that gets beaten on."

"And those two that were beat?" asked Sam. "What kind of kids are they?"

"Those are the types who beat others. A handful of after school detentions for them and their third buddy. And the parents of the ones that got hospitalized are on us to have a rock solid case against Andrew. We found three people who had been around there who said they saw the three of them tease Andrew and start pushing him around. Their parents aren't hearing it. You know how these type of parents about their shitty little delinquents. Won't hear a word against them."

"Well what I'm hearing is an extreme case of the scrawny nerd that stands up to their bullies," said Dean.

The officer rose his eyebrows at him. "He didn't stand up to them, he nearly destroyed them. One of them might be blind in one eye permanently and the other is in a coma. The boys' parents all want him to hang for what happened," the officer said looking off at the boy.

"Has he said anything?" asked Sam.

The officer shook his head. "He's only said that he didn't do anything wrong. You know, the usual thing that kids say when they get busted."

Dean nodded. "We'd like to speak with him now."

The two of them walked in but Andrew hardly reacted. He just looked on ahead with that same blank look on his face.

Sam sat in front of Andrew first. "Andrew Juergens. I'm Robert Squier and that's Jonathan Alman." He pointed to Dean who went to sit beside him. "We're from the public defender's office."

Dean watched as the kid just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He deflated a bit. "Look kid, I'm sure that you've been getting a lot of talk about how much trouble you're in but we're only here to try and help you out. We want to know what happened out there to make you attack those guys. Two guys who are even bigger than you."

Andrew still didn't say anything. He just stared at his closed palms in front of him. Dean couldn't help but feel somewhat sympathetic to this kid. He remembered a time when sat that way with someone breathing down his neck in a school office a lifetime ago.

"Look Andrew, I get where you're coming from," he said softly.

"Oh you do?" Andrew finally spoke sarcastically. "I highly doubt that."

Dean continued like Andrew didn't say anything. "You think that you're a freak. You see how easy it is for some people to be with others and you wonder why you find that you could be on your own just fine. Then after a while, you just accept it but whether you like it or not there are still times where you wish you could fit in and you just try it but when you do it didn't work out like you wanted. The people you wanted to try and fit in with, they gave you grief over it instead."

It was clear that Dean's words had some effect on him. Andrew wasn't staring at his hands in front of him anymore. He was looking at the two of them now, more specifically Dean. "What makes you say all that?"

Dean shrugged. "You know what they say: Takes one to know one. I was just like that myself when I was in high school."

Sam looked over at Dean in confusion. He couldn't ever recall Dean ever being ostracized back in school. Whenever they had to move to a new place and new schools he had always seen Dean quickly have dates and go to parties.

But Andrew just sucked on his teeth. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Sam decided to try. "Andrew, we're only trying to make sense on what happened out there for you."

"Well, you're wasting your time. I didn't do anything wrong," he insisted calmly.

"Yeah, well, there are a couple of people out there that say otherwise," said Dean. "You can't blame them for that as you did blind one kid and beat another into a coma."

"Those guys have no right to complain. They brought this on themselves. It doesn't matter. I know what happened and they all could tell whatever story they all want for the cops but it doesn't matter. I know the truth of what really happened so they could have their parents do whatever they want, it won't matter."

Sam leaned forward. "Why's that?"

"Because my prayers were answered out there." Sam and Dean became alert after that but Andrew didn't seem to really notice. "Those guys were cowards. They think they're so special and I wasn't but they still had to go three against one on me. I prayed hard and I felt god giving me what I needed out there and that was the power to punish those guys for pushing me around when I did nothing to deserve it. He's got my back on this so I don't need you guys. They could do whatever they want, I'm not scared. They are the ones that should be if they try to get me back for them being punished."

Dean and Sam shared a look that spoke volumes. It looked like something was definitely at work here. Andrew didn't seem to want to talk anymore so they showed themselves out.

"Dean, did you catch the look in his eyes when he said that his prayers are answered?" Sam asked as they made their way to the car.

Andrew had stared unblinkingly at them and his eyes were focused. It was a lot like when all those people were killing sinners in God's name because of that spirit of Father Gregory messing in their heads. "Yeah. He was treading stardust alright."

"You thinking spirit?"

"Maybe." He pulled out the paper that had the location of where Andrew's attack on the bullies happened. "Why don't you try talking to the other attackers and see if their prayers were answered too? I'll head over to where this all happened and see if there is anything there."

"Sure," Sam mumbled. Sam wanted to ask him about what he said back there to Andrew.

Dean didn't give him time to ask about that though. "Alright. I'll case the place and then I'll come back and pick you up."

He watched as Dean got into the Impala and drove off.

Across the street was Daniel Leonard leaning against a telephone pole with his phone against the side of his face as he observed the Impala pull out from in front of the police station.

"So it looks like they came here to Gatesville to work on a case after all. Dean just drove off and Sam is heading off for the correctional facility down the block. They're fully in costume for skulking around the police station and lockup. It doesn't seem like the Bunker is here."

"So we tail them from here when they're ready to head out that Bunker?"

"I don't know Phil. I guess that's a good a plan as any."

Suddenly there was the sound the phone moving quickly and roughly. Daniel heard Phil grunt 'Hey' before a new voice came from the other end.

"Never mind the Bunker." Jedediah said with a little bit of a hard tone. "Get over here now."

Daniel just narrowed his eyes as he looked down the block where he and the others were sitting by a coffee shop window.

"Practically took my arm along with my phone," Phil complained.

Daniel didn't pay it any mind as he hung up the phone.

"Never mind?" He looked over and saw Sam disappearing into the correction building out of the corner of his eye before he went into the shop. Daniel went to their table and saw Phil was rubbing his arm. He made his way to them and gave the angel a hard look. "What did you mean by 'Never mind the Bunker'? Isn't that why we're even here?"

Jedediah wasn't looking at Daniel. He was looking outside as if he was searching the skies for something. "The Bunker will have to wait."

Daniel deflated when he saw the look in his eyes. "Jedediah, what is it?"

"There is something in the air. An energy I haven't felt since…" He took his eyes from outside the window and looked back at Daniel. "What are the Winchesters doing here? What case are they working on?"

"I think I might know." One of the Battalion's members Dennis said as he flipped around his laptop to show them some local articles he downloaded.

"A bunch of murders?" asked Daniel. "And a violent incident over a day ago? I don't get it."

Jedediah kept reading the articles and he blew a hard puff of air from his nose when he was finished. "I do. It seems like we have something more crucial than the Bunker to deal with here in this town."

"What? What is it Jedediah?" asked Phil.

Dean was moving about the scene of the beating with his EMF in hand but it wasn't giving off any signal. He then started to go around to the businesses around to see if anyone in any of them had noticed something. Some said that they didn't see or hear anything odd until the police and their sirens showed up. He came up to a massage parlor where he sidestepped a woman leaving but she didn't exit the door without giving him a second appreciative look. He saw posters scattered around of offers of special spa treatments and massage offers. He felt that after this case he wouldn't mind a little hands on action from here, provided that the hands were of a hot nimble chick. He went to the reception desk where the lady sitting there looked up from her magazine.

"May I help you?" she asked.

Dean took out his federal badge to show her. "I'm here to ask if you knew about that incident that happened the other day."

She looked from the badge to him. "Oh, you mean the one with those kids?"

"Did you see it?"

"No, not exactly. I didn't know anything was wrong until I heard the sirens."

'Yeah, another dead end," thought Dean

"And until that weird woman told us about the fight, I thought an accident had happened close by."

"Whoa, wait," Dean said stopping her right there. "Weird woman?"

"Yeah," the receptionist said as if she remembered something very important. "It was pretty strange. She had come in not five minutes before and was settled in a chair getting a pedicure and shiatsu from one of us when we heard the sirens. It was Wednesday and it was slow and she was our only customer then so me and the two others on duty were talking together from across the room when it happened. We started wondering aloud what was going on and she just blurted out that they were probably responding to the fight that kids were having before she walked in. She started going on that the sinners who were tormenting the boy were answering for their crimes or something by the one they were oppressing. I gotta say that usual small talk we have with patients doesn't get so biblical but I went out to check what was happening and saw she was right that two boys were beaten by another kid."

His EMF was still in his pocket but it wasn't buzzing or reacting at all which means that this woman wasn't a ghost or spirit but he still smelled something fishy about all of this. What kind of woman heads to a spa and then goes on about sinners and punishments like that? With everything going on, he's calling that a solid lead. "I'd like to talk to this woman."

"Why? She's not in trouble is she? She didn't attack those boys, she was in here with us as it happened."

"No, but I would still like to know if what she says will collaborate with those kids' stories. You know kids, one says one thing and another says another thing. I'm hoping that if she did really see something of their fight then it will tell me whose lying or not."

"Oh," she said as she went to her book. She flipped a few pages as she came to the day of the incident. "She made an appointment by phone and she paid for the service in cash so there's no credit card. All I have is the name she put the appointment under. Barachiel."

"Barachiel?" Dean narrowed his eyes. That sounded like an Old Testament sort of name. That supported his hunch. He brought his hand to his mouth and breathed out in frustration before his eyes looked up to see a camera. "Did you happen to catch her on camera," he said pointing to the camera.

He soon left with a photo of an attractive blonde woman. It wasn't much to go on but it would have to make due. He just hoped Sam had more to help them out.

Sam had found some things out from the other people that had just snapped. It turns out that they felt that their prayers were answered too. Dean picked Sam up and they were exchanging notes in the car.

"So, a guy who worked in maintenance at a mall kept getting nagged and grilled by his boss for things out of his control and the next thing he knew was that he was standing over his boss's body with a bloody wrench in his hand. Then there was a woman that was being catcalled by some jerks outside after her show in a strip joint and they chased her to her car and they kept harassing her through the windows and she prayed for them to stop bothering her and the next thing she knew was that her car was decorated with blood spatter from the guys that she had run over, repeatedly."

"Yikes," Dean said.

"And was just the two people they had. Those other murders, they haven't caught the ones who did those but the victims were a collection agency clerk and a guy who was taking mandatory anger management sessions."

"So we have bullies, jerks, and douchebags hounding on people that are getting ganked."

"They're getting punished," Sam corrected. "It looks like the people that are getting abused or tormented by them are praying for divine intervention and are 'getting their prayers answered'. Just like Andrew those other two said those same words with that same look in their eyes."

"And we have a suspect," he said as he pulled out the picture he got from the massage parlor.

"No, we have a photo of a girl that you got from a day spa."

"And a name, Barachiel. Sounds a little angely to you?"

"Maybe but what if it is an angel. They don't have wings anymore. We won't be able to call for them like we're used to."

Dean then pulled out his cell. "But I'll call the one who knows something else we could try." He scrolled down to Cas' name and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" Cas' voice said filling the car. "Dean?"

"Hey Cas, we need your help."

"What's going on?"

"We're working on a case and we think one of your old buddies is in the thick of it. Does the name Barachiel mean anything to you?"

"Barachiel?" Castiel's tone suggested he did but he didn't sound happy about it. "Yes I do know Barachiel. She was a musing angel."

"A muse?" said Sam. "You mean like inspiration?"

"Yes. The muses are a low level of angel much like cupids. They help provide drive and motivation to achieve feats that are within their power to do but lack the inspiration to do so. Whether it's in the pursuit of art, crafts, politics and justice."

"Yeah, well, this one is inspiring people to go nuts and paint the town red with small time mooks," barked Dean.

"Yes I know. Barachiel was a muse of justice that helped inspire people to stand up against oppression and fear. However she started to have the people she touched act in ways that went beyond the scope of what the oppressors did. Not only that, but she even gave them new strength which was forbidden. She eventually was called for imprisonment in the 12th century when villagers being oppressed were inspired to resist the lord that was oppressing them and then set fire to his whole castle and killed everyone inside. Most were simple innocent servants that were just as afraid of the lord as they were. Barachiel was sentenced to be locked away in Heaven's dungeons for eternity."

"Well, who let her out?" Dean asked. He had to admit that he often never saw the angels really have good sense but he agreed that a bitch like that deserved to be behind bars.

"I think it might have been me." he said with the shame evident in his voice. "When Metatron used my grace and cast his spell to evict all the angels from heaven, it also evicted those that were imprisoned."

Sam looked over and caught Dean's eye. "You mean there are more like Barachiel out there now?"

"Actually, Barachiel is one of the lower offenders," he said bluntly.

"Awesome," Dean growled.

Now there was even more for them to deal with out there besides Abaddon, Cain, and newly fallen angels that might be after Cas. Now they had angel convict escapees too.

"You must stop her or she will keep inspiring intense and unnecessary retribution. Unfortunately, without the energy wavelength of an angel's wings we can not be summoned through the usual channels."

"We already guessed that but we don't know where to find her Cas." Sam explained.

"But," Dean said. "We have the bitch's name. When you were looking for Balthazar, didn't you cast a spell to find him? Will that still work?"

"Yes, it should. That spell has nothing to do with our wings and should still work."

Dean was happy that there was some good news for once. "Okay then, tell us how to work it," he said as Sam went to write the instructions down.

A woman was closing up the pharmacy for the night and heading for her car in the lot when she heard something behind her and turned back in shock before she deflated.

"Oh, you scared me," she said lightly grabbing her chest. "Half to death."

Abaddon gave her a charming smile. "Only half?"

The girl laughed though she still looked a little confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Abaddon just smiled deeper at her before she went and grabbed the woman by the throat. She lifted her up high and her feet were dangling just below her kneecaps. Abaddon squeezed harder and harder as she stared down the scared woman's eyes. It wasn't long before there was a snap and she let go of the now fresh corpse.

A voice cried out to her before she could take in her kill. "Slow and pleasurable like you always do it."

Abaddon was ready to face whoever it was that called to her but she actually relaxed and smiled. "Cain, you're out again."

"For good this time," he said stepping over to her.

"Really? How? I thought that spell was foolproof?"

Cain shrugged. "I guess not. I'm not sure exactly what happened but I'm not complaining."

She smiled at him. "Neither am I."

Cain looked down at the dead girl. "Temper kill?"

"No, this one was a business kill. A client of Crowley's who went on to sell her soul to cure her daughter's uterus infection."

He then walked off with Abaddon followed in step after him. "It was her time?" he asked her.

Abaddon shook her head. "Nah, she still had six years but I'm taking Hell in a whole new direction."

"So I've heard."

"Deals," she spat. "Such a foolish and wasteful idea. I could use your help. Together, we could take Hell with ease. Every Queen does need a good worthy King beside her. If there was anyone worthy of that position then it would be you Cain."

"Flattery…nice. However, I'm not one to be on a throne. I know my place and that's on the front lines."

"Well then, if not my king then perhaps you would consider being my champion?" she suggested.

Cain just chuckled at her. "What about your place Abaddon? You're an elite soldier but a soldier. What do you know about ruling?"

Abaddon froze and looked at Cain with shock and anger. "You think that wheeling and dealing imbecile Crowley is worthy of leading Hell?"

"I didn't say that. But while on the subject, he is the one with the most experience with holding power in Hell."

"So you would support Crowley."

Cain chuckled at her. "Abaddon, you are not helping your case with your refusal to listen. I never said any of that. I just want to know who is best for the job. If you truly are the best for the job then prove it by matching your way of things against his and see who comes out on top."

"Hell is already prospering under me."

"Because there is nothing to challenge it," said Cain. "A King fights, a king conquers, right? Can't do that if there is nobody to fight against and conquer over, is there? You want my support? Prove to me that you're worthy of it. Find Crowley and fight him, conquer him. Prove to me, to all of Hell that you are fit to be Queen and you'll have your kingdom and your champion."

Cain then vanished without another word.

"Oh, I will," she vowed to herself. "I will."

It was getting late but Sam and Dean were in the final steps of preparing homemade firebombs with what little holy oil they were able to get their hands on.

"If I find the guy who took our angel blades I'll ring his neck," he said as he carefully poured the oil into the glass bulb. "This is a pain in the ass."

"Well, it's all we got." Sam tightened the seal on his bomb. "Holy oil is getting harder to get too."

Dean finished his and put it in a pile with the others. "I know. Only enough for five, barely. We can't waste a single one bringing her down."

Dean got up and started to prepare the bowl with the ingredients for the spell Castiel gave them. Sam was packing up the bombs in a small bag when he remembered something from earlier.

"Hey Dean, was all that true?"

"What?" he asked indifferently.

"With Andrew. What you said about being alone and wanting to fit in back in high school but you never could and you got grief over it?"

Dean paused in the process of preparing the spell and just stared on ahead for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah…it was. Why?" he asked as he went back to preparing the spell.

"I…I just never thought you ever felt that way. I was always a little jealous of how you always seemed to-" He struggled to find the right words before Dean turned to look right at him. "fit right in," he finished.

"I never really did." Dean smiled a little sadly right there. "The other guys my age always thought I was too strange to hang around with. Most conversations I tried to have or things I decided to try to join in on always ended with me saying or doing the wrong thing. After they would treat me like I was a leper. And I mean, yeah, girls liked me as soon as they saw me," he said a little smugly. "But after one date most of them would like the packaging but not the actual thing. Any that tried…well they felt I was too crazy or intense for them to be with. I guess I always tried to make sure that you and Dad never saw how much it really bothered me that you never guessed anything was wrong."

"I never knew about any of this. I always saw you as my cool older brother that never had problems with moving around because it wouldn't matter. You would always be able to find a place anywhere we went. I always wanted to be like you whenever I had to go to a new school."

"Really? This is awkward because the truth is…I was actually jealous of you Sammy."

That threw Sam off. "You were jealous of me?"

"I was always wishing that my time and school could've been more like yours was. Yeah. I know I always called you a geek and a nerd. Which you still are," he quipped. "But even with that you were able to fit in. Geeks and nerds actually fit in with high school. You never wanted to leave because you found a place wherever we went and wanted to keep it. I never had any place where I wanted to really stay as much as you did."

Sam was speechless. This all changed many of the thoughts that he had sometimes thought back on with his childhood. All that time that he had idolized and been jealous of Dean during their time at school he had been idolizing and jealous of him. He now started to feel bad for all the trouble he gave Dean whenever they had to move and leave to start over somewhere else.

Dean seemed to know his brother's feelings. "Forget about it," he waved off. "I put it behind me a long time ago." He then made a cut along his arm to pour some of his blood in the bowl to complete it. "Spell's ready."

Barachiel treated herself to shots at a local bar. She was loving the change of alcohol in this day and age. There was a much wider range of them for her to try and she was finding shots to be her favorite. Especially when she took one and dropped it into another beverage and drank it down as fast as she could which she picked up from a few others that were doing the same a small distance away from her. She wasn't feeling the effects of drunkenness that humans generally felt by the amount of drinks she had but she was feeling warm inside. She didn't feel the effect of the cold air around her but she felt more comfortable regardless as she walked out the bar into the cold night.

Barachiel began walking to her car when she felt a blossoming prayer for her help. She carefully trekked through the alleys behind the bar to see three men standing over a young man as they stepped over him, laughing at his distress. The prayers for help were coming from the one on the ground as he prayed for the three of them to just stop. They were quite loud to her ears. Among the loudest she had heard in a long time.

"Your prayers are answered," she mumbled as she started to extend her hand out to the young man.

Behind Barachiel, a voice roared angrily out at her. "I don't think so!"

Barachiel turned around and nearly jumped back in fright. "Jedediah!" she cried.

Jedediah approached her as she backed away much like a lion closing in on a gazelle. Barachiel saw the angel blade in his hand and she drew her's up in defense. Jedediah kept his at his side not affected by the raised weapon in the least. Just then flames surrounded Barachiel as they sparked behind her. She was trapped in a ring of holy fire. She wondered how that happened until she turned around and saw that the men she had seen earlier were all leering at her. The one that they were stepping over was up as well with a matchbook in his hand.

"Gotcha," he said as he pocketed the matches and pulled out his own angel sword.

"A trap," she said catching on to what was happening.

"Yeah," said one of the men. "Jedediah caught your scent and with all the deaths and the situation he knew what you were doing and what we had to do to catch you."

The captive rogue looked at these four humans and saw that they were all wearing leather cuffs below their right wrists that had the same enochian symbol on them. One that she easily recognized, one that every angel would know on the spot.

Barachiel turned around to glare at Jedediah. "Really? One of the mighty Powers, allying and working with humans. Pathetic"

"Pathetic?" said the human with the angel blade. He pointed the blade up at her when she turned to look at him. "You're the one who's pathetic. You were imprisoned for driving innocent people and those with a want to do real good to be no better than the sinners they tried to overcome. You were given an unexpected chance to start over. To be better and you go right ahead and do the same crime all over again. You threw your new freedom away and that's what is truly pathetic here."

Barachiel looked at him with a raised eyebrow before she started to laugh to herself. "My, my…what a passionate young man you are. What's your name?"

"Daniel Leonard."

"Well Mr. Leonard, you have me all wrong. I am hardly in the wrong here. You humans all desire to act on your feelings. You only take it as far as you feel you able to. I merely grant them the ability and freedom to do so unbound."

"I won't deny that we humans want and do take things too far sometimes when we have something to strive towards. But we also show restraint to keep us from making our own problems. You just focus and appeal solely to the side that takes things too far when we seek to change things."

"I don't think that those people are complaining about me answering their prayers," she argued back.

"Now," Daniel roared. "Try waiting a few days for the effect of your grace to wear off on them. You think that those people wanted to become killers or that kid wanted to blind someone and beat another to near death into a coma? And Jedediah told us about those people you did this to in the past. They prayed for comfort and strength in their moments of turmoil, not for you to take their lives off course and become what they were praying against. They are going to be in regret for the rest of their lives because of you perverting their prayers for your own vanity."

Barachiel had a sense of dejavu. An archangel said roughly the same thing to her when she was imprisoned all those centuries ago. Daniel's eyes were sad but she could see that he was angry and disappointed as well. "My, aren't you a saint."

"Yes, actually he is in every sense of the word," Jedediah said as he stood next to Daniel. "And his proclamation was the perfect lead in on your sentence. Barachiel, by my authority as one of the Powers of Heaven, for repeating your original crimes and you are sentenced to death."

The three other men with them threw salt in front of the fire to make a path for Jedediah to move in.

Sam and Dean carefully approached the area marked on their map showing Barachiel's location. They found out that it was a bar. Dean showed Barachiel's picture and the bartender said that they had missed her by about 10 minutes. It wasn't too long and that meant that they could still find her. They move through the alleys behind the bar to try and find the rogue angel before she could find someone else being oppressed and praying for help. They moved through the empty alleys covertly before they heard a scream that had them break off into a run. They turned a corner and froze in their tracks. The smell of burning holy oil lingered in the air and smoke were in that alley. They saw the angel they were hunting on the ground surrounded by scorch marks that were in a perfect circle around the body. Standing next to the body were five people and two of them had angel blades in their hands. One of them had blood on their and he was standing over the dead angel with a hard look in his eyes while the other had a sad look in his. But all five of them went alert when they walked in.

The one that looked sad a moment ago suddenly went hard as steel as he looked at the two brothers. "Well, Sam and Dean Winchester…we finally meet."

End of Chapter 10

A/N: I hope you liked the scene between Cain and Abaddon. While my version of Cain may not have hateful feelings for Abaddon he still is not going to make things easier for her. The Battalion and the Winchesters have now come face to face. I have been waiting for this and am excited.

The next chapter is called Power to the Angels. Dean and Sam face off with the Battalion and they are surprised at the apparent involvement of people with angels, working together. Castiel also sheds a certain light on them that lets them know to take them seriously.