Alice twirled around in her short sleeved, white dress was adorned in black lacing as she danced with Castiel, who was wearing a black suit and tie. Her mind bugged her with complicated thoughts as she tried to wade through it to think of a possible killer. "Maybe it's a werewolf?" She squinted and shook her head. "That wouldn't make sense. A witch killing them after blackmail?" Her eyes wandered a bit at the whole scene. Red curtains hung from the ceiling and windows, which fell against the freshly painted white walls. Her black heels clicked against the white mosaic tile, which was newly put into the ballroom. People were dancing, talking, eating, drinking, and resting all over the room. The masquerade ball intended to raise money for the new charity that was going on in town. Alice's eyes met Cas' blue ones and cringed. "Could it be something I haven't faced before? Evil clown? Terrifying doll? Freddy Krueger?"

Cas cocked his head at the last reference and sighed. "You think too much."

"What am I supposed to think about?" She questioned as she kept up pace with him. She had never seen him dance before, yet he was so talented at it. She had to try to keep up with him so she wouldn't trip.

He smiled softly, "You're supposed to be thinking about us. Thinking of dancing with me right now in the present."

Her heart swooned at the thought of it. "That's easy." She waited for a second, lost in her thoughts, before adding, "Where did you learn to be such a romantic?"

Cas stiffened and led her off of the dance floor. He leaned against the wall and admitted, "I took lessons from Dean to impress you."

"Impress me?" Alice asked. Her brain couldn't process so much love coming from one being. He was the sun in her sky because he shined brighter than anything she had ever known. Alice never saw herself in this position with someone so magnificent that she almost wanted to take him right then and there. She contained herself and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, "You've impressed me enough."

Castiel pulled her close and stated in a love-filled tone, "I will never stop trying to impress you. You're the one that I'll do anything for." Alice turned bright red and admired the view she had of him. Thoughts in her mind halted and her heart skipped a beat.

Sam looked around nervously and his posture stiffened, "I can't believe you convinced me to do this."

Angel laughed to herself. Sam thought her smile seemed to brighten up the room. "It's just dancing. It's all in good fun."

"I don't dance."

"You are now."

He snorted, "I don't know if I like your tone."

"Tone? What are you going to do about my sarcasm?" Angel cocked her head and waited for him to answer.

"I'm going to…"

Dean interrupted over the earpiece, "Barf. You guys are such a drag."

"You don't have to listen," Angel snapped at him.

"I can't help it. Cas and Alice are being mushy. You two are being mushy. I need to get another drink." The earpiece went silent for a second and Dean's breath was taken away, "Whoa. She's hot."

"I think you have the attention span of a goldfish," Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean chuckled deeply, "I like to think of it as a good thing." After a moment of silence, Dean started talking again, "The name's Tony. Can I buy you a drink?" Silence. "Because my name backwards says Y not?"

Sam nearly burst out into laughter and Angel paused to actually take in how poorly made that pick up line was. "Are you serious?" Sam asked.

"It worked," Dean rubbed it in.

Angel and Sam gave each other a look before heading to the back of city hall. They heard screaming and charged towards the door and outside. A woman was lying on the cold concrete with her stomach ripped open. Her screams died down and her expression stayed frozen in place. Her mouth was wide open from screaming; her black hair was messy and her brown eyes stared at them. Angel charged into the trees that were leading to the park in effort to catch the murderer. "Angel!" Sam called to her. Angel ran until she got into the park and halted. Nothing was in her sights. Sam caught up to her, "Did you see the culprit?" Angel froze in place. "What's wrong?" He turned to see what she was staring at.

A pair of red eyes looked right at them from the bushes across the park and into their souls. Their eye contact held until they saw another pair, and another pair of red eyes. They could hear a low growl erupting from the creatures.

Chills ran up Angel's spine as she whispered, "What are those things?"

Sam calmly took a step back. "I don't know. We need to tell the others. We're out of range. They can't hear us." He tugged at her arm and they slowly walked backwards towards city hall, keeping an eye on whatever was watching them from afar. "Guys, There's been another death," Sam stated dreadfully.

"How did we not know about this?" Castiel asked angrily.

Angel wince at his tone, "We didn't know anyone left through the back. Sam and I were heading out there and then we saw the body." Angel examined the body again before saying, "It's Martha Lee."

"Ready for some amazing acting skills?" Sam questioned out loud and took out his cell phone. Angel nodded and watched as he dialed 911. He waited patiently for the operator to pick up and breathed in slowly. "There's been a…a murder," Sam stuttered. His puppy dog face appeared and he bit his lip softly. "She's been mauled, I know it's a murder! Her stomach is ripped open…We're outside city hall where the other murders took place." Silence. Angel raised an eyebrow and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "I don't know what happened. We came out here and she was already dead." His hazel eyes flickered over to meet Angel's and said into the phone, "Alright. Bye."

Angel applauded him sarcastically, "Way to go, Leonardo DiCaprio."

"Hey, at least I'd win an Oscar for my performance," Sam waved his hair around in the air and smiled at her. It was picture perfect, which surprised her.

"You're being very sassy today, you know that?"

He nodded, "It's a gift."

Cas pushed Dean outside and Dean looked back at him. Alice closed the door as she stood watch inside. If anyone of the party goers found out there was another murder, there'd be chaos and everyone would leave. Dean complained, "I was enjoying myself in there."

"Yeah, enjoying yourself too much. We're on a case," Cas shot back, not taking in Dean's playfulness.

"Someone's not in a good mood," Dean cringed and turned to Sam before he caught Castiel shooting him a death glare. "So, what happened to Ms. Gutsy over here?"

"We saw something out in the park. All we could see were red eyes staring right back at us. There were three of them," Angel answered after she crossed her arms over her chest.

Cas squinted his eyes and stepped closer to her. "Did you hear the growl? Was it low?"

Angel nodded and Dean and Cas' faces flushed. It seemed so quiet that both of them stopped breathing. The two men turned to each other to share a look before turning back to them. "What? What's wrong?" Sam asked nervously. His eyes flickered between the two men.

"I don't think you saw them before, Sam, but Dean and I faced those things in purgatory. They're called gorilla-wolves. Extremely fast creatures with unpredictable tactics." Cas gazed around to make sure none of the creatures were present. His hands started to shake at the memory of being in purgatory.

Dean stayed quiet until he gained the courage to push aside those memories. He seemed to be struggling with the thoughts and clenched his jaw. "I don't know how they got out of purgatory, but those things will not kill another person. Mark my words on that." He walked out into the night before any of them could stop him.

Castiel watched him until Dean rounded a corner. "Purgatory was not a good time for Dean. I adapted to it quickly, but he didn't. It was hard leaving him by himself, but I had to do it. He made a friend to watch his back. He didn't need me." Cas paused before adding, "He still doesn't."

Sam's lips tightened into a straight line. "He needs you Cas. He just doesn't show it."

Cas nodded slightly before glimpsing up at the stars. He then marched back inside to retrieve Alice and left. Sam and Angel shared a look before a policeman rounded the corner and interrogated them.

"I still don't understand why you have to be the decoy," Alice stated through the earpiece. She was sitting in the Camaro with Cas at the edge of the parking lot.

"I can easily use my powers to not get harmed if they attack." Angel put her frozen hands in her coat pockets. She could see her breath in the chilly air. Hardly anyone goes out behind city hall except for the people that work there. It makes sense that only they would die. We saw the eyes in the park last night, so they must run off somewhere this way. Angel thought and walked to the middle of the park to sit down on a bench. She admired the trees as they swayed silently in the cool breeze and all the animals were sleeping except for the crickets. "Dean?"

There was silence for a minute until Dean huffed, "What Angel?"

"I'm buying dinner tonight. We can go anywhere you want. It doesn't matter how expensive it is," she declared. A twig broke in the distance and she cocked her head in that direction. Angel listened carefully to the noises in the night.

"Why?"

"Because you deserve it for all you've done for us. You let my sister and I join your trio of badassery. I've never thanked you for it." Angel knew he was going to be stubborn. After all, she was almost like the female version of him. She could tell almost anything he was feeling or how he was going to react to certain things. The response was in their nature.

He snorted, "Badassery ain't a word, sweetheart."

"Neither is ain't, and you don't see me complaining," she shot back instantly. Dean just laughed at her remark, which was the first laugh she'd heard from him in a while. She experienced joy for actually making him laugh for once. It truly was an accomplishment.

She could hear Sam adjust in his seat. He was sitting in the Impala with his brother. He sighed, "So what's the plan here?"

"Don't die," Dean stated in a monotone voice.

Castiel chuckled to himself, "How many times has that worked out for you?"

A whole argument was about to break out, but Alice stepped in, "Guys, there's something growling in the distance."

"I hear it too," Angel stated. She got off of the bench and stood still. "It's getting closer." Her blue eyes caught sight of a pair of red eyes in the bushes across from her. She took a step forward without thinking straight and it leapt out right at her. She ghosted right through it, and took a stance. It was too dark to see exactly what the thing look-the gorilla wolf looked like, but she could see the outline of it. The creature was big and covered in black fur to camouflage itself in the night. It had two big arms in the front like a gorilla, but it moved at a fast pace like a wolf. The tail was long and slender, almost like a cat's tail, which is weird considering it's a gorilla wolf, not anything else. She faced the one in front of her, only to get knocked down by the creature behind her. Angel yelped on her way down; she flipped over and kicked the wolf quickly, sending it backwards. One creature took hold of her arms and dragged her into the trees. She screamed and almost waited to see where it would take her. Then she remembered the gorilla wolves have been slaughtering people left and right. She ghosted through the hands and ran back to the group. Angel took out her pistol and shot at the creatures that were surrounding her friends.

Castiel sliced the gorilla wolves with the angel blade in his hands. The blade was pure silver and could kill almost anything. He moved swiftly, aiming at the creatures and making sure not to get hit. He grunted with every hit he got and gave the dirtiest look when one of them ripped part of his tan trench coat. Dean dug the blade he had taken from purgatory into one of the wolves and he snarled back at it as it cried out in pain. The blade was made out of a mysterious bone and other materials the creator found in purgatory. It's jagged part was a shade of blue and bent at the end to cause a more deathly blow. His expression contained nothing but anger, fire in his eyes and his brows furrowed. It was a side that Angel hadn't seen before, and she never wanted to be on the receiving end of that.

Alice created blades and flung them at the gorilla wolves. It damaged them, but not enough. She repeated the process until she could think of something better. She turned around to stab one of them and screamed when the other grabbed her from behind and began to crush her ribs slowly. "Cas!"

Castiel whipped his head in her direction so fast, it almost seemed that his vessel's neck broke. "Alice…" He whispered under his breath and rushed to her rescue. He used his powers and ripped the wolf's arm off. Blood spewed everywhere, drenching both Cas and Alice in the red liquid. The creature screeched and the others noticed. They all turned to Cas and Alice and proceeded to jump at them. Angel dove for them, put her hands on their legs and used her powers to make them ghost through the creatures. Castiel shielded Alice until he realized what Angel did and he chopped off one of the wolves' heads when her powers faded.

Sam shot at the three remaining wolves with a shotgun, but none of them went down. These things were tough, which wasn't good. When he ran out of shells, he pulled out his knife and slashed some gorilla wolves up. One tackled him after clawing his arm and caused him to fall to the floor. Sam yelled at it and pushed against its body to keep it from biting him. The sharp teeth jutting from its gums aimed to bite Sam's neck to drain his blood and kill him, and Sam was about to lose. The gorilla wolf's arms were pounding against Sam's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Dean twirled around and kicked it off of him. "Angel, get Sam and Alice out of here, now!" He dug the knife into the wolf's heart, only to find out it still remained alive.

"I'm not going to leave you two here to die!" She yelled back and chopped a creature's leg off. It yelped in agony; she put it out of its misery in a few seconds.

Dean shot her a look and kicked one down. "There's two left, we'll be fine."

"No, Dean…"

He interrupted her, "Go!" His tone, filled with anger and venom, sounded like a father yelling at a child. He sounded overprotective and caring, with a touch of stern, that it made Angel follow his order.

Sam pushed back as she dragged him and Alice out of there. "I'm not leaving my brother."

Angel struggled against him and tried to keep him back. When none of it worked, she urged Alice to meet them at the car and got in front of Sam. She put her hands on his chest and gazed into his hurt eyes. "He told me to get you out of there. He needs to handle it on his own with Cas. He doesn't want you in danger."

"I could tell him the same thing and he'd still be by my side kicking some supernatural butt," He argued. He didn't want to hurt Angel, but he needed to get to his brother.

"Don't. You're hurt. Listen to me. Listen to what your brother said," she stated and caught up to her breathing. "Please."

Sam reluctantly walked backwards and to the car after his face went blank. He sat in the passenger seat of the impala until Angel came with the medical supplies to fix up his wounds.

Dean and Castiel stood back to back. The gorilla wolves were circling around them like vultures to their prey. "You got my back, Cas?" Dean remarked as he kept his eyes on one of the creatures.

"As long as I'm alive, Dean." Castiel went for the first blow, cutting the animal's hand off. Blood spewed everywhere, drenching everyone in the red plasma. Dean switched him positions and sliced the blade through the gorilla wolf's neck, pulling the knife up, and splitting his head into halves. Castiel got close enough to the last remaining wolf to incinerate it with his powers. It fell to the floor in ashes and Cas wiped his dirty hands on his trench coat. "I need to go find out how they escaped purgatory."

"Take care of yourself, Cas," Dean stated. Cas nodded and vanished after a whoosh sound whipped the air. Dean headed to the car in a satisfied mood, but something was eating him from the inside. He didn't want to remember what had happened in that dimension, not now, not ever. He pushed the memories away and put on a sour face. Dean's heart, as ice cold as it was, seemed darker and more desolate the farther he repelled those thoughts. It made itself a part of him, something he never liked in the first place. The experience of being in that place changed him for the worst; he didn't know exactly what to do anymore. How was he supposed to get rid of something that became a part of who he is today? That would be the most difficult thing to do. Wiping away the marker ink from the whiteboard, erasing the writing of pencil on paper, deleting files from a computer, spilling coffee down the sink, either way, it was all the same. There would always be an imprint there, a darker outline of what had once been there, and will never leave. Dean was afraid of this. The frightened feeling he got worried him.