25.
Anna stared at Sam, her blue-green eyes completely blank. "The angels kidnapped Dean," she echoed dully, her expression bemused.
Sam sat on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands. He was still riding the demon-blood high, and while he usually enjoyed it, right now it was only distracting. "He wasn't dead. I'd know if he was dead," he said through gritted teeth.
"Because," she prompted. Sam's head jerked up, his expression stormy.
"Because he's my brother," he snapped. Anna nodded.
"Right," she said slowly. "Okay. First question. Why would the angels want Dean?"
"No, the question is, why do they want him alive," Sam corrected irately.
"He has something they want, or need," Anna replied promptly. "The only reason. Once they get it, he's dead."
"New question," Sam said wearily. "How do we get him back before that happens?"
Anna shook her head, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead as she thought. "I can't believe I'm even thinking about doing this," she muttered. Sam's head shot up, eyes narrow.
"You owe us," he reminded her harshly. "Besides, they tried to kill you. What do you owe them, anyway?"
"A lifetime of loyalty is difficult to cast aside," she snapped back, and then held up her hand to forestall his retort. "Look, we just need to find him, okay?"
"Do you know where he is?" Sam demanded.
"No," she said grimly. "But I know someone who does."