"Kevin is what?" Dean stared at the picture on the computer and picking up his cellphone, he dialed Kevin's cell.

"Hello," the usually stern voice of Mrs. Tran sounded subdued.

"Mrs. Tran," he said, "It's Dean."

"What do you want?" The severity was back with a vengeance.

"I heard about Kevin."

"This is all your fault," Dean was taken aback, "You and that friend of yours."

"What friend?" he asked.

"The one with the black hair and the long coat. He came here and threatened Kevin. He gave him a new rock to read. Kevin was finally living a normal life."

"Mrs. Tran," Dean said, "Did Cas kill Kevin?"

"They burned his eyes out," she sobbed. "They left some sort of note with his name on it."

"Who are they? Mrs. Tran?" She didn't even notice Dean was speaking.

"I'd just gotten my son back. Now he's gone."

"Mrs. Tran," the harshness of Dean's voice stopped Mrs. Tran in her monologue, "Listen, I'm gonna come over there as soon as I can. Where are you?"

"No," she refused, "We want no more trouble here."

"Mrs. Tran. I'm only coming to help figure this out. We need to stop this so I'm coming over whether you want me to or not." Dean hadn't meant to sound so harsh but he was on his last nerve.

She gave him the address and in a few hours he was there. They'd bought a new smaller house in a small town outside of Colorado Springs and they'd settled in quickly. The house was empty. Mrs. Tran hadn't wanted to be there and had left the keys hidden in a plant outside. Kevin's body lay on the floor where'd been killed. His eyes were completely vaporized from his face and his mouth was open in a permanent expression of horror. Dean gritted his teeth as he knelt by the young boy.

"This is all my fault," he muttered. A rustle of wings made Dean turn. Cas stood staring in silent mourning at him.

"No, Dean," he said, "This ones on me." Dean stood up, cautiously.

"Did you kill him, Cas?" he slipped his hand into the pocket that held his angel blade. Cas' eyes grew wider than usual. Dean nodded. "What happened? Linda told me you threatened him."

"I asked if he was willing to die for his beliefs. I didn't mean it, Dean." His eyes pleaded with Dean to believe him; to understand. Dean nodded again and turned back to Kevin. A piece of paper lay on top of him. Dean picked it up. Kevin Tran, it read.

"Then who did this?" he handed the paper to Cas.

"Most likely someone who doesn't want him to continue translating." Their eyes met in sudden realization.

"Metatron."