Castiel, Emily, Sam, and Dean returned to the hotel they were staying at collected the herbs that were needed for the spell. As Castiel mixed them Sam laid out a world map since they had no idea how far the angel who'd taken Saisha could have gone.

Once he'd mixed the herbs thoroughly Castiel took a sharp knife out of his bag and made a cut across his palm, squeezing so his blood fell into the bowl in droplets. One, two, three.

He then wiped the knife on his sleeve and passed it to Emily. She quickly cut herself, wincing, and did the same. She glanced at Castiel and he began the chant, lighting the herbs on fire while he did.

Emily was awed by the sound of Enochian as its words rolled of Castiel's tongue. She had never heard the language before, but she could understand why it was the language of angels.

Once Castiel was done with the spell he used a twig to transfer some fire from the bowl to the map. The map caught fire and burned through Australia, Asia, Africa, Europe, and South America, not stopping until the western United States was all that was left.

Sam quickly lit a U.S. map using the fire that hadn't totally died out yet, then a state map.

"Cheyenne, Wyoming," Emily murmured.

"Let's head out," Castiel said, grabbing his bag.

The others quickly followed.

"I've got it!" Saisha exclaimed, slamming the book she was reading shut.

Remiel was startled. "What?"

"I think I know what to use for the spell," Saisha explained, grabbing a pen and jotting down scrambled words on a piece of paper. "We'll need salt and herbs and I have some idea of a binding spell."

"That is good," Remiel said. "The sooner we complete this mission, the better. We cannot hide from the demons forever."

"Has anything happened?" Saisha inquired.

Remiel nodded. "One of my fellow angels, Hamied, spotted one in town the last day but it escaped him."

"Do you think they know where we are?" Saisha asked.

"If they didn't; they do now," Remiel answered. "The demon saw Hamied."

"Oh..." Saisha bit her lip.

"There is no real danger," Remiel assured Saisha. "They may know our general location but they do not know exactly, and other members of my garrison are still in town watching. There is no way the demons will get past them all."

"Think again," a voice hissed.

Remiel spun on his heels. Standing by the door were four demons.

The demon closest to them, a male wearing the vessel of a middle-aged man, spoke again. "With numbers, we can take on anything." He smirked.

"Saisha stand back," Remiel ordered, pushing her back, behind him, and pulling out his knife.

"I'd have asked you to hand over the girl nicely," the demon began. "But I figured you would refuse."

"You are right," Remiel told the demon.

He charged them, not caring that there were four of them, and he was alone. Remiel was soon covered by them. The lead demon in front of him, the other demons surrounding him, jumping on his back, making it hard for him to move.

Saisha knew they were in deep trouble. Even if the demons could not kill Remiel, she knew that they could keep him preoccupied long enough for one on them to grab her and take her away to whatever scary place they were planning on keeping her. Saisha had no yearning to end up being tortured for the rest of her life.

Saisha glanced around the room, looking for anything that could help her assist Remiel in fending off the demons. She spotted a knife and the salt on the windowsill and something in her mind clicked.

She took the knife into her hands and used glue to stick some of the salt to it, before racing towards Remiel and the demons and stabbing the demon on Remiel's back in the middle of his spine.

The demon fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Free of one demon Remiel immediately used the advantage to get close to the lead demon and put his hands on his forehead. The demon lit up and the injured demon teleported away. The other two demons were not far behind.

"Chickens," Saisha muttered, rolling her eyes. "Are you okay, Remiel?"

He turned to face her and she gasped, reaching out to touch his chest. "They stabbed you!"

"It is alright," Remiel said. "It was just a regular knife."

Saisha shook her head, wondering if she'd ever get used to the idea of him being so invincible.

"It is already healing," Remiel told her, pulling the neck of his shirt down to show her.

Saisha's eyes widened as before her very eyes the wound got smaller and smaller until nothing was there to prove what had happened except Remiel's spilled blood.

Remiel smiled at her amazement and lowered his head to kiss her.

When they parted, Remiel saw that her concerned expression had returned. "What is it?"

"How did the demons get in?" Saisha questioned.

Remiel frowned. "I don't know. The only way they could have is if..."

"If what?" Saisha prompted.

"If an angel had helped them..."