Meanwhile, Cas' day was going just about as well as everyone else's was.

That is, not good in the least.

It all started when he went to talk to the man who had been attacked.

"Look...I've been around all stripes of Vince, all right?" Tommy was saying, staring down at his drink for a moment, then back to Cas. Drunk Vince depressed Vince, megalomaniacal 'I'm a Golden God' Vince. The Vince that threw me though that...that wasn't him. And it wasn't just his eyes, man. I-I mean the strength. He was like-He was like an MMA fighter. Hell, he was like 20."

Well, if it's not Lucifer it definitely is something. Cas thought. Out loud, he said, "If you hear from him, don't hesitate to call me."

"Okay, Agent...Beyonce?" Tommy replied, quizzically.

The way he said that made Cas wonder if he needed to have Dean look over his aliases. Still he kept in character, handing Tommy his card and getting up to leave. As he walked pass the bar and heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "I guess that makes me Agent Jay Z."

Castiel stopped in his tracks and turned around to see to his anger, or at the very least annoyance, Crowley.

"What are you doing here?" The angel growled, though he had a pretty good idea what the answer was going to be.

"Same thing you are I imagine." Crowley answered, "Looking for Lucifer to put him back in his cage. So, find anything?"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Cas replied, turning to head out of the door.

"Come on," Crowley said, getting up and following him out," We're looking for the same thing; we might as well share information. Bumping into each other, working on the same leads. What are the odds, Cassie? Fate brought us together."

"I'm not interested." Cas responded, firmly.

"Why not?" Crowley asked, "We made a somewhat effective team against Amara. It's been months, I mean months since we last tried to killed each other. We both got very, very good reasons to want Lucifer dead."

At that point they had reached Cas' new truck. When he realized Crowley was trying to get in as well, he walked back, only for the demon to do the same. Finally Crowley got out, "Besides...while you were gabbing with Vince's second fiddle, I was ransacking his room. Found these. Postcards from his beloved sister, Wendy. Oh lookie here. An address and everything. Worth a look."

Crowley tossed some postcards onto the front seat of the truck. Castiel took the postcard and looked at them. Well, He thought, Maybe I can finally kill him when we're done.

Unfortunately that meant a multi-hour car ride with the once-and-(Crowley hopped)-future king of Hell. Cas was extremely grateful when they arrived at Wendy's house.

They walked up the drive and knocked on her door. The door was opened revealing an older blonde woman.

"Hello." Cas began, "I'm Agent Beyonce, this is my, um...my partner, Agent Zee. Um, we wanted to ask you a few question about you bro..."

Before he could finish Wendy slammed the door in their faces.

"...ther." He finished, "Do you think that happens to Sam and Dean?"

"Oh, all the time." Crowley said sarcastically.

Inside the house, Wendy was one the phone desperately trying to leave a message for her brother. "Vinny, please call me." She urged, "I got two federal agents asking for you. Don't know what that was you did yesterday, but you're in trouble."

Just then Crowley materialized in the house. "How right you are Wendy." He said, before walking over to the door and opened it for Castiel, who walked in.

"Ah." Crowley continued, "So...Vince was here. Yesterday."

It was at that point Cas noticed something about Wendy. "Odd. She's been recently healed." That didn't seem like something Lucifer would do. He was more likely to kill her than heal her.

"It that so?" Crowley asked, noticing the wheelchair in the corner, "Let me guess-your brother got you up and walking again. And how are you enjoying the use of those legs? You know, that gift he gave you, I can take away like-"

Crowley lifted his fingers to snap them, but Cas grabbed his hand before he could. He wasn't going to let Wendy be penalized for Vince, or Lucifer. It wasn't her fault her brother was processed by the Devil after all. "The thing that healed you, that wasn't your brother." Cas began, "Something...something else, something old and evil. I...I think part of you knows that. We don't want to hurt Vince. We wanna help him."

Wendy knew he was telling the truth. "He showed out of the blue and fixed me like a miracle. But he did it cold, like...it was nothing to him. Like he was running an errand. Barely said a word. And then he just took off with his groupie friend."

"His groupie friend?" Cas spoke up.

"Red-headed broad." Wendy replied, "Didn't say much."

Castiel had a good idea who that was. He turned around, looking angrily at Crowley who looked down sheepishly.

Forget waiting until they got Lucifer contained. He was going to kill him now.

Crowley however, chose to act as if nothing had happened, going on, "So Vince's cabin in Sagamore Hills...apparently, all of his greatest records were written there-'Serpentine,' 'Theatre of Mercy,'-"

Cas however couldn't care less about that at the moment. "I should've known there was something you weren't telling me. Rowena?"

"So mother and I had a rather unfortunate, if not rather embarrassing, run-in with Lucifer." Crowley conceded, "You're just mad because you're only my second choice for a Lucifer-hunt team-up."

"No, I actually think it's sweet." Cas said very sarcastically, "I thought your motivation was ambition and revenge, but now I know you just wanna save your mother." To himself, Cas thought, Wow. When did I get so snarky?

Wow. When did he get so snarky? Crowley though as well, but aloud, said, "It's not about saving her. Lucifer had made off with a with a colossally powerful witch, who by the way, is the only person alive who can slam him back in the cage. He will either kill her, control her, or she will offer her services to the biggest bad in town in order to save her neck, like she always does. Do any of those sound like particularly good outcomes to you?"

Indeed, Cas was not very happy about the options presented by Crowley; he knew the demon was right.

So killing him would have to wait.