Castiel backed away subconsciously a few steps, not quite taking in what Sabriel had just said. Sabriel brushed off and straightend his dark clothing when he was confident enough Castiel wouldn't launch at him again.

"What did you say?" Castiel whispered when there was no real reason to whisper.

"I'm quite positive you heard me," Sabriel examined himself, then looked at Castiel. His eyes were emotionless. He spoke as if the topic was unimportant. "Melinda's child is what will stop Lucifer. You know, save the world? The time is now."

Castiel stared. He found himself at an internal crossroad---should he believe his brother or not? If he did, it could open up opportunity to harm Melinda, exposing her to this potential threat. It seemed the only rational course of action was to walk away. And walk away Castiel did.

"You are a liar. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from these people." Castiel threatend before turning his back and leaving Sabriel behind. Castiel debated with himself whether or not he should tell Melinda of this morning's events. He had already mentioned to Melinda previously that he had some highly important information to reveal to her, and he has not done so yet. The question now is, should she know what he knows?

"It's devine prophecy. She can't run from it. She'd been God's little secret since we were born." Sabriel raised his voice.

Castiel, against his own will, stopped in his tracks, staring off, only using his sense of listening. He couldn't hide it anymore... Castiel was intrigued again. He felt like he had to know, for Melinda's sake. Castiel stayed very still, listening as Sabriel's footsteps grinded against the debris on the road.

Sabriel knew Castiel's attention was his and decided to take advantage of the situation. Confidently, he strode over to Castiel's front, smirking. Castiel's curiousity was at a peak. They shared a lengthy glance.

"Melinda's father is John Winchester. His boys had something speical inside them. So already she's made of something unique," Sabriel paused a moment to let Castiel think.

"But unique alone doesn't cut it. The bloodline isn't pure quite yet. Melinda was borne from the womb of an angel. Lailah, to be exact. Can you believe it? Lailah of all angels!" Sabriel joked.

Castiel gritted his teeth and clutched his fists. His desperately wished this was all a lie, but the details were too exact to write off as a lie.

"Castiel. I don't see why you're angry with me. I'm really just a messenger."

"Melinda isn't even pregnant." Castiel interuppted. "She doesn't even want children."

"Her brothers didn't want to be vessels, but it happend anyway. Brother, you don't seem to understand. This child will defeat Lucifer, and not just defeat him, but restore humanity in ways these piss-poor rebels never can! But, rules must be followed. Special ingredients must be mixed together," a sick smile appeared on Sabriel's lips.

"A certain seed must be planted."

Castiel glared in disgust. He knew exactly what Sabriel meant by that.

"And guess who's been sent to do the honours." Sabriel eluded to himself.

"You are revolting." Castiel slurred in a low voice. His teeth still gritted. Castiel, growing angrier, pushed passed Sabriel, their shoulder's colliding. Castiel knocked Sabriel rather violently. Her shoes crunched against the ground below him. This time, no matter what Sabriel decided to say, Castiel would not stop. He'll kill Sabriel if he went anywhere near Melinda, and he swore on it.

All of a sudden, a rumble of shouting in the distance jerked Castiel's attention to the heart of the town. Wide eyed, and forgetting Sabriel a moment, he darted down the empty street. Someone was in trouble, he assumed from the yelling.

Men's voices hollered, then stopped, making it difficult for Castiel to make out where they were. He rounded a corner and found himself on the main artery in the town. Yards away in the center of the street, Bromley, Hoskin, Dan and Monica all crowded around what appears to be a human body laying limply on the ground.

Assuming it was a wandering croatoan, Castiel dashed over to assist them in killing the infected. As Castiel stepped closer and closer, it was clear the person lying on the ground was not a rabbid croatoan but an actual wounded straggaler, bleeding from his abdommen.

Something was off, as in something didn't feel right. Castiel looked on to the faces of Bromley and the men, whose hands applied pressure to the man's wounds. Monica was at the man's head, stroking his hair for comfort.

"He have to get him back to the bank." Bromley insisted. His voice was rushed, like an doctor or a paramedic.

Castiel looked on to the face of the man. His gun fell from out his fingers, clinking against the ground. Castiel stared, shocked.

"What is your name?" Hoskin's scratchy voice asked as he looked on to the man's bloody face.

The man coughed painfully. "Dean.. Murdock." He choked out.

This man had lied. His last name was not Murdock. It was Winchester.