The first step of plan B was a visit to a police station.

"Yes, I would like to report a missing person." Sam said, "A Sylvia Rogers."

"And how do you know this person?" The officer asked.

"She's my cousin." Sam lied, "I haven't heard from her in two weeks, it's really unlike. I tried calling early, but they said sometimes adult just go off but-"

"At two weeks, something's definitely wrong." The officer agreed, "When was the last time you saw her?"

"The last time I saw her she was heading to Boyle's ministries, in Austin." Sam replied.

According to Hagar, Bartholomew had inserted himself and his people in a televangist operation to find new vessels. So far it had worked but Sam didn't think that would be the case if they were dealing with a dozen or so missing persons investigation.

Varying the time out, each person got turn preparing to be a vessel's or someone who had gotten blown up trying to be ones', concerned cousin, sister, brother co-worker, or friend. It didn't take too long for police to make a connection.

Just to seal the deal, Sam anonymously reported some shady finical dealings to the IRS.

"Sam, can we ask you something?" Hagar asked, with Muriel and Rebecca at her side, after he was finished.

"Sure." Sam replied.

The three females angels exchanged glances. "We were wondering..."Hagar began, her voice trailing off.

"How is this going to defeat Bartholomew?" Muriel finished for her, then her eyes went to the ground.

Sam paused a minute to think of how to best explain it to them. "The idea is that we'll cause so many problems for him he'll be forced to come out."

"And then you'll kill him?" Muriel asked.

"If it comes to it." Sam replied. As he said it thought it probably would. From what he heard the guy lusted for power and would destroy anyone who got in his way.

Which was why he was very fearful for the cops they sent after him.

Fortunately for all involved, while he was maniac, he was a smart maniac who knew that slaughtering police would draw unwanted attention. He just let hid in the back, watching the qausi-raid with gritted teeth.

Whoever did this was going to pay.

Two days Hagar was going over a check list with Kevin and Hael.

"Feed her every time the hands are one the red." She instructed gesturing to the watch where she had circled Tizrah's feeding times.

"Got it." Kevin said, taking it from her.

"And after the noon feeding she usually takes a nap." Hagar continued, "But if she won't go down sometimes it helps to rock her. Oh, and there's this little rubber bunny toy she loves-"

"Hagar," Sam cut her off, "They got this. And if they need help, Dean, Cas, and Mrs. Tran are here, too. Two out of three of them do have experience raising babies."

"Alright." Hagar said, thought that only made her more nervous. While she trusted Kevin's mother, she wasn't sure about the other two, especially given what Dean had done to Bartholomew's soldiers. It just seemed to her as unessercarily cruel. She gave Tizrah one last kiss on the head, and said, "Goodbye, my love," as she and Sam walked out the door.

A half hour later, Sam was anxiously waiting on the corner while Hagar talked to her former comrades in a nearby building. He had been talking off the cuff when he talked about using her to recruit angels, but he realized it was kind of a good idea. Or at least using her to break the faction up. He didn't really care who the angels went to after that.

He just wished she hadn't insisted on going alone.

As he heard high-heels running across the side-walk, it appears his worst fears had been realized. A disheveled-looking Hagar came into view, saying, "We need to go. Now. "

Sam reached out to grab her arms and zapped out of there just before an angry mom of angels turned the corner.

When they landed back in the bunker, Dean was on the floor with Tizrah. When she rushed over to them he began, "Okay, I know I'm not your favorite person at the moment for some reason, but-"

However, Hagar didn't seem to notice him, scooping up the child saying, "Ooh, you precious thing, my precious little girl,' in an almost weepy voice, holding her close.

"I take it things didn't go well." Dean guessed.

After calming down, Hagar proceeded to tell them what had happened. It was actually going okay, until a couple of the die-hard loyalist started shouting from the crowd, calling her a traitor, until they had railed up a mob.

"I'm sorry, Sam," She finished, "I try to hold my ground, but there were so many of them, and they go so angry-"

"It's okay," Sam interjected pulling Hagar into a side hug, "You don't have to do it again. We'll find some other way."

At least that was the plan until one day Castiel was sent on a food run and noticed he was being followed. At first he tried a couple of evasive maneuvers, but he couldn't shake them. He gently wrapped his fingers around the gun in his jacket, ready to fight, when one of them said, "We're not here for you."

He turned around. "Excuse me?"

"Maybe later, " The angel who spoke earlier, a male with somewhat shaggy light brown hair, "But not now. We were hoping you could help us find a friend of ours."

"And why would I do that?" Cas asked, an edge in his voice.

The other angel, also male, spoke up almost timidly, "We, ah, think she might have been right."

Against his better judgment Cas lead them back to the bunker, and it turned out they were on the up and up. After that they paraded Hagar out five more times, with much greater security. Sam was not going to be responsible for making Tizrah an orphan twice. (Not that anyone outside the inter-circle knew about her.)

With human authorities investigating every part of Bloye ministries, and his soldiers disappearing Bartholomew was about to snap. He was pacing and gashing his teeth when the phone was brought to him. "Let me guess." he seethed, "You."

"Yep." Sam replied, from the other end, "So you want to try this again?"

The next say Sam was waiting by the car again, when yet again another car pulled up. This time one singular angel with pale brown hair, almost blonde, stepped out.

"Bartholomew." Sam declared, "Didn't think you'd actually come alone."

Suddenly, armed angels appeared from all around them.

"I didn't." Bartholomew said, smiling almost sadistically.

A few seconds later Sam's allies, human and angel appeared as well.

"Neither did I." Sam replied.