Sam looked at the spot where Castiel and Jacob had just been standing.

"The more I hear about this Dagon the the more I want to gank his ass." Dean said. "The son of a bitch almost makes me wish I was dealing with Zachariah and Uriel instead."

"Think the kid'll be okay?" Garth asked.

"If Cas says he's found a place for him then yeah. I think he's got a shot at it." Dean answered.

"So want to talk about your little heart to heart with Gabriel?" Sam asked. "I find it hard to believe you didn't try to fry him in holy oil for daring to walk in your dreamscape."

"He wanted to warn me about what was in the trunk so I didn't have a 'typical Dean Winchester reaction.'" Dean said. "And to let me know that as unbelievable as it seems, the three feathered asshats down in the cage can actually agree on something. They all want us to gank Dagon."

"What, Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel all want him dead?!" Sam said. "That's unbelievable!"

"When the Devil wants someone dead instead of damned, that's saying something alright." Garth said. "Namely that the one he wants dead is serious bad news."

"Lucifer doesn't hate the world Garth, he hates humanity." Sam said. "There's a lot about this world he actually likes. He just wants it to be the paradise it was before we came along and ruined it."

"What?" Garth asked.

"When I said yes, before I jumped in the cage, he spent a lot of time going to different places like the rainforest and a lot of different wetlands and he grieved over how they had been destroyed by people. Pollution, clearing the land. It made him mad." Sam explained. "The world was created to be self sustaining but we changed it through technology."

So he hates us for that?" Dean asked.

"Lucifer thinks we cheat by using technology. He thinks we've ruined the world." Sam sighed. "The thing is in the beginning, all of the Archangels thought we should have been eradicated, including Gabriel. So God ordered the angels to bow down and serve us. While everyone else did it, reluctantly I have to add, Lucifer flat out refused. He started trying to exterminate us. That's when God ordered Michael to toss him in the cage."

"So Michael agreed with Lucifer and then locked him up because Daddy said so. No wonder Gabriel said they betrayed each other." Dean whistled.

"Yeah and Lucifer hates the Leviathan for the same reason." Sam finished. "They were destroying his father's creation. During the war, when they were battling the Leviathan, Lucifer burned with a holy fire even brighter than Michael's. It's why they started calling him Morningstar."

"So basically you're saying Lucifer hates us, he just hates the Leviathan more." Dean said then added a sarcastic "Awesome."

Dagon stood at the edge of the woods surrounding the dwelling of the vessel he was wearing. There were very powerful and ancient wards set around the property. And the Winchesters were standing there with another man speaking to his vessel's mate. Jacob was nowhere to be found even though his trail had led to this place.

Obviously there was more going on here than met the eye. From what he had picked up from that stupid little Seraph before he left his body, the Winchesters did not have this level of knowledge. And the old man who might have had it was now dead.

Not to mention these wards had been placed deliberately for him. What surprised him the most was that they had been set using the name Kemuel in addition to the name Dagon. A name that should never have been known to these humans. That meant that someone was helping them, that someone could only be Gabriel.

Dagon turned to the Fallen standing next to him. "The boy is somehow beyond our reach. And this property is warded in a way that only Archangel's would have the knowledge to cast. We cannot enter this property as we are but humans can."

"What would you have of us?"

"Go to the town, let us whisper in the ears of the devout. Suggestions of Devil worship in this place. Then let them see the signs of such. Bring forth a child this night and let that child's blood lead them back to this place."

"Castiel, why have you called me?" The old man in Bermuda shorts, a bright tropical print shirt, brown socks and sandals asked.

"Father it is Sam. His condition deteriorates again." Castiel explained. "His fever has returned."

God wandered over to the bed and placed his palm on Sam's forehead easing the heat he felt there. "Just as Dean has changed the things he has done, I must assume that Dagon has also changed his choices in this timeline."

The flutter of feathers announced the arrival of another angel. God looked up at a confused Balthazar who was feeling around his chest for a wound that was not there.

"What? How? The last thing I remember..." Balthazar kind of mumbled trying to sort out his thoughts.

"The last thing you remember is a moment that I greatly regret." Castiel said facing the angel he had stabbed in the back.

Balthazar blinked at Castiel before his face fell. "You stabbed me in the back!"

"As I said I greatly regret my actions. You were in your own way trying to help me." Castiel said.

"I was trying to keep you from making the most asinine mistake in heavenly history since Lucifer told Dad to go stuff it you twat!" Balthazar snarled.

"Boys," God said.

"Father? Father you have returned!" Balthazar said his face radiating pure joy. Then turned red at his comment about Lucifer telling him to stuff it.

"I never left Balthazar, I simply could not interfere with humanity's free will." God said. "But I have a task for you. Castiel has atoned for his mistakes. But he is needed elsewhere."

God beckoned the blonde angel over to the bed.

"Sam Winchester?" Balthazar said. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's in this state because of a series of bad decisions made all the way around starting with Mary Winchester." God said "And it pains me to say that angelic and demonic manipulation are at the root of all those bad decisions. Now we must fix it. I need you to stay with Sam and monitor his condition. Keep him stable."

"Balthazar, when this is over I would like to speak with you, to apologize for what I have done." Castiel said.

"I know you were trying to prevent Raphael from destroying everything. It would have made everything the Winchesters had gone through of no importance. I can't say that having you stick a knife in my back wasn't a betrayal of the highest order, but I can understand it." Balthazar sighed. "You are a complete idiot, let's just leave it at that."

Dagon held the child. "He'll do. Make sure that you use recognizable sigils. I think that the inverted Pentacle will do well. The humans will automatically consider it as demonic."

Dagon handed the toddler back to the Fallen who had brought it to him. Don't forget that there must be evil doings to accompany the death. There are farmers around here. Crops should fail, oh and let's not forget the curdled cream."

"Few humans use cream in these days." The fallen told him. "They buy milk from stores. It's kept refrigerated. It does not curdle easily."

"Well, I would say that would make the curdling of their refrigerated milk a more powerful sign. I need the people of this town under my influence. Once they are, I will lead them to the 'source' of their troubles." Dagon said. "Now leave me."