Abira woke to the feeling of a coarse blanket draped over her, she was in a small concrete cell with a barred door and no windows. As Abira sat up hand her hand went to her hip, her gun was missing. It took a second but soon Abira became aware of a splitting pain in centered around the back of her skull.

"Ow." Abira carefully touched the back of her head, her hair was crusty, she had been bleeding. "What happened to me?"

Abira remembered leaving her father and Gram on the side of the road, insisting that she needed more time alone. A simple look from Tony and Abira promised not to go looking for whoever had hired the witch by herself, a promise Abira had no intention of keeping. Within the hour Abira had tracked down the place that was most likely to house the person hiring the witch and after a hour of waiting Abira finally left her car. She was just getting a second pistol and a knife out of her weapons stash when she blacked out.

"Where in all that is above an below am I?"

Abira said as she walked over to the barred door.

"Abira?"

"Where is she!"

Tony had a knife at Dean's throat. Before Sam could come to his brothers aid Gram had him in an arm lock.

"Where is who?"

Dean said trying to reach his gun.

"My daughter! Where is my daughter?"

"Abira's missing?"

Sam said as he stopped trying to fight Gram.

"Yes! I know she gave the job to you and I know that she wanted to stay on the job. So it stands to reason that after she left us, she would come back here and ask you to let her work with you."

"We haven't seen Abira."

Dean insisted.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Well if you weren't going to believe us, why would you come here?"

Sam said from his place on the ground.

"Because I wanted to check your room."
"What?"

"I wanted to see if there were any signs that my daughter had been here."

"Did you find anything?"

"No."

"They what are you doing?"

Tony glared at Dean and took a step back. A look of pure desperation adorned his face.

"I just want to know, no, I need to know where Abira is." Tony sheathed his knife and sighed. "Gram let Sam go."

Gram did and Sam walked slowly over to his brother.

"You alright?"

He asked in low voice.

"Fine. how about you?"

"I'm good."

"What about the angle?" Gram said coming up to Tony. "I don't see him here and he could have taken Abira."

"Gram. You need to let go of this angle grudge." Tony sighed. "But it is a valid point. Do you guys know where the angle is?"

"No. Cas has other things to do. And before you ask he didn't take Abira."

Sam said as he tried to check out the small line of blood across Dean's neck.

"How do you know."

"Because I know Cas."

Dean growled. His mood was only growling worse, Sam was trying to play doctor, and the last thing he needed was someone talking bad about Castiel.

"Maybe you don't know him as well as you think."

Dean snapped and pushed Gram up against the wall.

"Say that again!"

"You can't trust angles Winchester. For all you know the angel could just be using you."

"You don't know Cas."

Dean growled as Sam pulled him away from Gram. Tony stepped in front of Gram and pulled his arm back, a sound of a fist connecting with a torso filled the air.

"I told you not to try that again!"

Tony said slowly, Gram ignored his employers words and looked at Dean.

"You are right. I do not know the angle, but I do know his partner."

"Yeah well junkless was on the devils side wasn't he?"

"It does not matter."

"Abira is that you?"

The voice coming from the cell across from Abira sounded vaguely familiar.

"Castiel! What are you doing here?"

"I imagine the same thing as you."

Castiel said as he walked to the door of his cell accompanied by the sound of chains. Abira was about to ask when he came into view and she saw the silver chains that were wrapped around his left wrist. It was obvious that he had been pulling at them from the lines blood that stained his trench coat.

"Are you okay?"

Abira asked motioning to Castiel's wrist. He looked down at it.

"Oh this. This is nothing. A scratch really. I'm fine."

"Castiel you are bleeding from trying to get what looks like Angelic Silver chains off your wrist. I am betting you are not okay."

"If you already had an answer formed why would you ask?"

"It's human nature to...wait...you're an angel. How did they get you?"

"I am...not sure."

"But you are an ANGEL. Are you guy's suppose to be invincible or something?"

Castiel chuckled.

"We are far from invincible. Remember that Gram caught me."

"But Gram had three of your friends as hostages."

"So?"

"So that doesn't count."

"I am...confused."

"Gram had leverage over you, and any sane person would give up if the people they cared about were in danger. So that last time didn't count. But this time I'm guessing that Dean and Sam weren't even around."

"No. They went to the talk to the victims parents."

"Oh the parents! I knew I forgot something."

"What?"

"I meant to give Sam all the info I had collected."

"Info?"

"Information...Don't they teach you anything before sending you down to earth?"

"Not really."

"Well your superiors are idiots."

Abira muttered and Castiel glanced at the ceiling as if he expected something to happen.