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Castiel landed in a parking lot in Missouri with a beat of his dark wings. His coat flapped as he arrived, and the wind scattered a paper cup lying on the ground. He strode forward, clutching a blade in his left hand as he walked toward a graffiti-covered warehouse that had been abandoned long ago. As he walked, Anna arrived behind him. "Is this the place?" she asked.

"This building is heavily warded in Enochian," Castiel said. "This is likely the place where Fate is being held."

"Great, so how do we get in?"

"We can't." Castiel turned back. "We need someone else to go in for us."

"Like whom, Castiel?"

Castiel frowned. "Perhaps I know some people who could help."

()()()

Ed Zeddmore leaned back in his chair, watching the footage of himself and Harry Spangler creeping through the darkness of a haunted house. "You know, this one's really, uh, really tense, even though we didn't actually catch anything on camera," he remarked.

"Yeah," Harry replied, plopping down in the chair next to him with a can of Coke. "I don't know, I like it. It shouldn't be, like, the pilot episode or anything, but it's definitely good for filler."

"Yeah." Ed rubbed his beard and scribbled a note with his pen in his custom leatherbound Ghostfacers notebook. "This one's looking good. But the editing is not the best ever. Who edited this one? Gary?"

"Uh, yeah," Harry said, nodding. "I'll give it to Ashley and see what she can do with it."

"Yeah, good idea." Ed got out of his chair and bumped into a trench coat.

"Whoa! Jesus, who are you?!" He looked up at the man in front of him, a dark-haired guy in a trenchcoat. "How'd you get in?"

"I need your assistance," the man replied.

"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed.

Ed shook his head. "Dude, you broke in here! Get out now or I'm calling the cops!"

"Yeah!" Harry echoed, brandishing his phone. "Get outta here, creepazoid."

The man rolled his eyes and reached out, touching both of their chests. In an instant, Ed was not there anymore. He looked around and yelled, "What's going on? Why am I in a parking lot?"

"I am an angel of the Lord," the man said.

"Okay, okay! Jesus, what do you want with us?" Harry shouted.

"I need you to take these cans of spray paint," the angel said, "and go in there and spray over the sigils painted on the floor and walls."

"Uh, what?" Ed grabbed a spray can. "Oh-kaaay, just don't kill us please?"

()()()

Castiel waited outside, growing more and more impatient. "What is taking those two so long?"

Anna replied, "Perhaps it is the fact that they do not know you and are very bewildered."

"I knew them in the other universe. They were...disappointing, but willing to believe in the supernatural."

Anna nodded slowly. "Disappointing. Yes, I can understand that."

The door of the warehouse opened. Castiel turned to see the two pale-faced men exiting the building. "We, uh, we finished painting," the bearded one said. "Are you-can you let us-let us go now?"

Castiel walked briskly forward and touched them, sending them back to their home. He turned to Anna. "Let's go in."