Sam did the driving and let Dean sleep. Once they all got to Darkhorse, Sam and Bobby slept for awhile in a motel room while Dean did some researching. Turned out Mr. Kirski's Angela was right handed. Huh, Dean thought. I would have thought all the victims needed to be left-handed, considering their belief system. He found out the first victim, Stacy, was also right-handed, after an awkward phone call to her mother.

Not sure what to do next, Dean looked through the phone book to see how many high schools were in Darkhorse. Three of them. Great. That really narrows things down. This city was quite a bit bigger than Benkowski, which had one high school.

Well, Dean thought, maybe I can figure out where all the new families with children moved into houses. He realized calling the real-estate agents around asking for the addresses of new families with children was just – wrong. He needed another plan.

Instead he called the public utility office, explained he was an inspector, and said he needed a list of all homes in the city that had at least three bedrooms that turned on new service about two weeks ago. He was hoping that with a boy and a girl, the psycho parents would be renting or buying at least a three-bedroom house. He retrieved a rather large list, but at least it was a start.

That done, Dean started wondering when Castiel was going to show up and give him that important divine message. Now would be a good time, Dean thought, casting it outward, if that was even possible, hoping Castiel would hear him and show up.

Dean faced empty silence. Dean started to worry. Geez, I hope I didn't tarnish his good Divine name last night. Even though it was totally worth it, he thought with a shit-eating grin on his face.

--

Sam woke up first. He wandered over to Dean sleepy-eyed and sat down next to him. Dean told him what he discovered, and then Sam asked him, "How are you?"

Dean looked around the room a little bit and then a tiny smile came to his lips. "I'm not bad, actually," he said.

"Hey Dean," Sam said, "Despite what Bobby and I were saying last night, you're my brother, and I support you on anything you want to do. And you seem happy, and I am glad."

"Um, thanks." Dean said, slightly uncomfortable. "Well, should we wake up Bobby and get this show on the road?"

Several minutes later, Bobby was filled in on the details, too, and said that the list of houses Dean had was way too wide to work with.

"This is some serious business, so Dean, Sam, get your FBI, police officer, or whatever gear on and go to the real estate agents and tell them we NEED to know which families moved in with a boy and a girl, it's a murder investigation. It won't even be a lie."

Later that afternoon, they narrowed their list down to four houses. It was better than what they'd had before, but wasn't narrow enough. They couldn't stake out 4 houses between the three of them.

"Let's go to each house individually, and pretend to be inspectors and see if we can get any weird EMF readings," Dean suggested.

"It's a good idea," Bobby said, "but we are running out of time today. "What we really need is Castiel's message. Without it, we're screwed anyway." He looked over at Dean. "Can you do anything about this? He is your boyfriend, after all."

"Bobby!" Sam shouted. "Leave Dean alone."

"I didn't mean him any disrespect," Bobby said. "I'm serious, Dean. Can you make Castiel show up?"

"Apparently not. He seems to show up when he feels he's ready."

Suddenly Castiel was in the room.

Dean was extremely pleased to see him, but of course Castiel was all business, and after all, both Sam and Bobby were in the room too.

"It is partially my fault that Dean did not get the message last time," Castiel said. He looked everyone in the room in the eye. "My message is this: Pay attention to their names. Also, it is not a coincidence that the first two victims were right-handed. The last two need to be left handed. But there needs to be a transition. That transition will happen in this city if you do not stop it."

"What does that mean?" Dean was asking, but then Castiel was gone.

"Let's think about this," Sam said. "The first two victims are right-handed. Then the last two have to be left-handed. It's like it symbolizes how one is going from the good side to the evil side. If the victim in this city is the transition-"

"I bet she has to be ambidextrous," Bobby interrupted.

"Yeah! But how are we going to find an ambidextrous girl in three separate high schools?"

"Castiel's other clue," Dean said. "Pay attention to their names. One of the girls is named Angela. That's obviously an 'angelic' type name. I don't know what to make of the first victim's name, Stacy. I bet if we went to the library and looked up a baby name book, we'd find what we need."

Sam and Bobby agreed it was a great idea, and they were all heading out the door in a hurry. Bobby went out first, with Dean and Sam trailing behind him.

"By the way," Dean whispered to Sam. "Thanks for sticking up for me."

Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Anytime, bro," he whispered back.