Quintin Bushmaster steadied his breath as he positioned his sniper to aim at the youngest member of the road side confrontation. He was the first of the CIA armed dispatch responders to arrive at the citing. 'Shoot it, take it, leave no evidence it ever existed.' He recited in his head. That had been easy for him to do in the past but now, there seemed to complications. There were civilians. Or it seemed like there were. One had materialized onto the road confronting a bald man.
"51 You're seeing this right?" He whispered into his head piece.
"Looks like Et's not alone." Headquarters replied in his ear.
"Do I take the shot?" He asked.
"Negative private. Wait for back up to assist. These things are more dangerous than purple eyes."
Quintin swallowed a lump down his throat. If purple eyes was said to be able to disintegrate matter, he was a bit terrified to see what the trench coated man was capable of.
" Where is he Zack." Dean demanded.
"Don't call me that." The angel frowned.
" I'm not asking again."
"Don't. Ask you androgynous friend there." Zachariah pointed towards Syth.
"Syth?" Castiel turned toward the bewildered alien.
"This thing's friend snuck into Sam's holding cell, killed most of the people it saw, and stole him." Zachariah explained. "I was lucky to make it out alive."
Syth's eyes widened with appalled bewilderment.
"There are others like you here?" Dean raised his eyebrows suspectedly.
"Only one, its name is Niro" Syth blinked hesitantly.
"Yah, only one. And what, you're working together to take Sam and probe him?" Dean's nostrils flared.
Syth stepped back a little entranced by the thought of the other Whistler out there in the field "W-what? No. My mission here is to repair the counterpart?"
"Repair? What are you machines?" Dean snapped.
Syth ignored him and looked at Zacharia. "Can you take me to Niro?"
"Niro? What?" The seemingly bald angel frowned. "I left there because I wanted to live. Do you even know how to "fix" your friend?"
"How did you find us." Castiel uttered ignoring the conversation.
"I can sense all of you with that thing around. Unlike it's friend, it's like a shining beacon of light. Its how we also found Sam."
Dean darted his head angrily toward Syth. "You mean to tell me you're like a freaking tracker!"
"Well..." Syth uttered.
Dean let out a giant scoff. "Well ain't that just peachy! Turns out you had everything to do with Sam's disappearance." He looked as if he were ready to tear Syth apart.
"I had no intention of getting your brother kidnapped!"
"Yah sure."
"I was equipped to attract Niro with the bioprint of the invader that disrupted with Niro's directional DNA sequence." Syth said in a frustrated matter of fact manner.
"...WHAT?" Dean responded with anger and confusion.
Syth sighed and removed a microchip off of it's ear. Then threw it to the ground and smashed it with its foot. "There now I'm off the grid. I don't think it worked anyway."
Being even more confused and mad, Dean decided to switch the subject "Well while we're bashing on Zach," Dean pointed toward Zachariah.
"What is this? The blame game?" The angel exclaimed.
"Can you explain why would you think taking Sam would a smart thing."
"We were keeping him safe until you said yes, you narrow eyed delinquent." The angel answered. "We all know, Lucifer is trying to get to him. And you being the hardheaded piece of low life you are, are not making the right choice in order to protect your brother."
"Oh you think you know what's right for my brother?" Dean boasted.
"Obviously you don't." Zachariah spat.
"You don't know jack squat about what's right for me and my brother. You want the Earth to be turned into a battlefield for heavens sake! Literally!"
Syth's right wrist started to blink. The alien retracted the right sweater sleeve and a thin band was revealed to be the source of the blinking. It started to blink faster.
"Oh no." Syth muttered noticing Castiel's glance.
"Why are you blinking?" The fallen angel asked. The human and angel argument paused.
"We need to get out of here." Syth answered.
"What? What's going on?" Dean frowned.
"There are more than 10 people here. We need to go." Syth looked around.
"Syth there's only four of us. What are you talking abo-"
A tranquilizer zipped toward Syth's face. But just as it was centimeters away from the alien, Syth caught the dart with it's left hand.
Quintin turned into a deep shade of pale.
"Don't get cold feet yet private." the ear piece assured.
Dean and the others looked at the dart with furrowed eyebrows. Syth turned it's clutching hands vertically before lifting it's thumb from connecting with the needle. The Alien gave a heavy sigh "Crap" and collapsed on the floor.
A spotlight shined above Castiel, Dean, and Zachariah revealing a silenced helipad above them. "Keep your distance away from the extraterrestrial." It ordered. Suddenly an army of soldiers closed in.
"Dean we need to get out of here!" Castiel lunged toward the hunter. A soldier pointed his gun at them.
"No! Syth's-"
Castiel's hand touched Dean and the 3 conscious individuals disappeared just as the soldier fired.