Abira stood on the cot in her cell testing to see if the ceiling was loose in any place.

"Castiel did you see who took you?"

"No? What are you doing?"

"Sometimes concrete blocks will move if they aren't set properly. It could be a way for us to get out."

"I don't think that they would put us in cells that had an easy escape route."

"You never know. They might not know its here."

Abira said as she tapped another block with the heal of her shoe.

"Why did you ask if I saw who took me?"

"Because I didn't. I like to know who I'm dealing with." Abira sighed and sat down. "You were right, none of two blocks are loose."

"I thought so."

"And even if I did get out through the ceiling I have no idea how to get you out."

"What?"

"Gram may hate you but as far as I can tell you are a good person...angle? Anyway, I may not know who I was but the person I am now, well I'm not leaving you here."

Castiel looked at Abira.

"You are like Dean."

"What?"

"You both are willing to die for others."

"I wouldn't go that far. I'm not sure I'm willing to die for you Castiel."

Abira said laughing slightly.

Dean and Sam pulled in to the driveway of the Blake household and sat speechless.

"This is their house?"

Sam said quietly as he stared up at the three story light blue house that stretched out in two separate wings. The silver mustang stopped in front of the doors and Tony and Gram stepped out. Tony tossed the keys to a man in a suit and walked back to the Impala.

"Pull up. Roberts will park your car."

"You have a valet?"

"Yes and maids and a butler. Now can you pull up?"

Tony stepped away from the car and Dean pulled up to the door. The valet looked at the car and raised an eyebrow. Dean got out and walked to the valet.

"If you scratch her, I will shoot you."

Dean said as he dropped the keys to the impala in the valet's hand.

"Of course you will."

The valet sighed.

"Winchesters in here please."

Tony called from the front door.

Sam pulled his brother away from the glaring match he was having with the valet and into the house. Once more they stopped in awe at the sheer size of the front hall.

"How does a hunter afford this?"

"Inheritance and being related to a politician." Tony said coming out of side doorway two hangers. "Here, put your coats on these."

He said handing the hangers to Dean and Sam.

"If I were you...I'd give up hunting."

Sam said looking up at the massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Ah but I love being able to help people from things that normal police can't do anything about."

"Which is about everything."

Dean muttered.

"The police can do something's right Dean. Anyway, shall we go to the library."

"You have a library?"

Sam asked quickly and Dean smiled slightly.

"Nerd."

Dean coughed earning an elbow to the side from Sam. Tony smiled but opted to ignore the banter between them

"Yes, I have a library. This way, and please don't touch anything."

Tony said pointing to Dean, who was reaching for a sword that was mounted on the wall.

Castiel sat against the back wall of his cell and watched Abira pace back and forth in her cell. He rubbed his wrist, the chains were starting to chaff and something was preventing him from healing.

"Maybe I could...no that wouldn't work...I'd need a knife."

Abira muttered. She had been muttering like this for an hour, throwing out random ideas and then shooting them down before Castiel could respond. They still did not know who had taken them and no one had come so see them in their cells.

"Abira why don't you sit down?"

"I have ADHD. Sitting down right now is not an option for me. Castiel what do you think of rushing whoever comes to get us?"

"What?"

"As an escape plan. When someone comes to get us we rush them, steal their weapons and get out of here."

"I don't think it would work."

"You right it wouldn't." Abira sighed and leaned against the wall. "Why hasn't anyone come down to see us yet?"

"I don't know Abira."

"It doesn't make any sense!" Abira walked to the door and yelled down the hall way. "This doesn't make any sense!...And you guys are horrible kidnappers you know that right!"

"Abira I doubt they can hear you."

"I know...it just makes me feel better to yell."

Abira smiled and Castiel gave her a confused look.

Sam was in heaven...or at least a heaven without the angles. Tony's library was amazing, it had at least ten books on every monster, angle and demon that was known to mankind. Sam was already knee deep in books about witches and devils traps and had found ten possible things that could have hired a witch and kidnapped Abira.

"Here you go Sammy."

Dean said as he dropped five more books on the table.

"Thanks Dean."

Dean began to walk away, turned and smiled at his brother.

"You're just in nerd heaven right now aren't you?"

Sam did not even look up from the book he was reading, he quickly jotted down another possibility on the piece of paper next to him.

"You really are one."

"One what?"

"A gigantic nerd."

"Shut up Dean."

Sam said tossing his pen at his brother's head and smiling slightly when it connected.

"Ow!" Dean rubbed the back off his head and checked his phone for the umpteenth time. "That hurt."

He said absentmindedly.

"Dean don't worry. Cas will call back."

"I don't know Sam. Something doesn't feel right."

"I'm sure Cas is fine."

Sam said as Dean's phone rang.

"It's him!" Dean said and answered the phone. "Where the hell have you been! I've been calling you for hours!" Dean's face suddenly became serious. "What?...I swear to god if you've hurt him...Don't you hang up! Don't you dare~~" Dean looked down at his phone. "Damn it!"

"What?"

Sam asked hearing the strain in Dean's voice, seeing the tension in his brother's shoulders.

"Someone's taken Cas."