Dean and Sam had heard from Ruby that they were almost where Angelica had been kept, and then Pamela had been killed. When Dean heard this information he threw his bottle of beer against the wall in anger.

"SON OF A BITCH!" He snapped acerbically. "RIGHT THERE! WE WERE RIGHT THERE SAM!"

"I know Dean." Sam sat down heavily sighing to himself.

"It's been a fucking week! Why the Hell hasn't Cas found her yet?"

"Dean, at least Ruby told us she was unharmed. That's something I guess, now are you going to wear your leather jacket to the funeral?"

"I don't even want to go to the funeral." Dean sat down on his bed heavily.

"So what did Bobby say when you told him about Angelica?" Sam asked putting on his jacket and heard Dean choke on a new beer.

"ME? I thought you told him!" Dean sputtered in horror and Sam's face fell.

"Shit we're screwed…" Sam rubbed his forehead.

"More than screwed Sammy, we're dead!"

"Let's just worry about that after the funeral. If we don't go to it I'm sure Pamela will find a way to kick our asses from the afterlife."

"Yeah, she would."

The two brothers attended the small ceremony for their fallen friend. Although everybody was thinking about what Pamela had been like in life, Dean and Sam couldn't stop thinking about their cousin being held by Demons. Dean was in an even more sour mood while driving back to the Motel.

"She should've never been involved in any of this." Dean shook his head but kept driving.

"Telling Angelica not to follow us around on hunts would be like trying to spark a flame with wet matches." Sam offered and frowned at the glare Dean shot him.

"I was talking about Pamela!" Dean saw Sam nod in agreement. "She was finished with this, with all of us and we just dragged her back in."

"She knew what she was getting into Dean, she just…"

"Don't you dare try to justify her death…sorry man…" Dean sighed sadly. "I'm just tired of all of this shit."

They pulled into the Motel parking lot and exited the car. Dean sighed while opening the door to their room.

"Home, crappy home…" He muttered making Sam chuckle darkly with a nod of his head. As soon as Dean turned on the lights his sour mood had gone away and had been replaced with a venomous mood. Sam looked past Dean and sighed in despair seeing Castiel and Uriel standing there waiting for them to arrive.

"Ah, Winchester, Winchester…oh where is that delightful cousin of yours?" Uriel asked smugly at the two brothers who looked ready to kill him. Dean noticed Castiel shoot Uriel a look that could pass for anger before he calmed himself. "Oh yes that's right, you can't find her."

"Uriel…" Castiel warned his brother quietly and Uriel looked back and almost rolled his eyes.

Dean finally got a good look at Castiel and noticed that he looked almost as bad he and Sam did. His tie was a little loose and his trench coat looked like it was about to fall off of one of his shoulders.

+Geez, he's worried as much as we are about Angel.+ Dean thought to himself but the small amount of time he thought that through he was already verbally complaining about the Angels just popping in whenever they wanted to.

"You're needed." Uriel offered emotionlessly and Castiel cringed slightly when Dean shot an incredulous glare to him.

"NEEDED? We just got back from being needed!" Dean was getting fed up with this ring around the rosy horseshit.

"Mind your tone with me," Uriel snapped at Dean.

"No, you mind your damn tone with us!" Dean shouted aggressively, unable to contain himself.

Sam shifted in the background, trying to stay calm.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." He explained as calmly as he could. The reminder of this seemed to piss Dean off even more.

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela?" He was practically spitting out his words. "You remember her Cas!" He shouted to the Angel and saw the shame cross over his face. "You remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times." His voice had become a snarl as he began to pace. "Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"

Uriel was clearly not impressed by Dean's rant.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes…" He informed them coldly, he even eyed Dean like he was only just a bug that needed to be squashed. Dean got up in his face and nearly shoved him in the chest.

"Yeah, what were those again?" He shouted belligerently. "What exactly did you want from me?"

"Start with gratitude." Uriel snarled, while pushing Dean with the lightest of touches. Dean stumbled backward as if he had been punched in the gut.

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand." Castiel began quietly, but Uriel interrupted, shooting him a glare.

"And we don't care. Now…" He laced his fingers in front of his stomach and began to pace the room. "Seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons?" Dean asked warily. "How're they doing it?"

"We have Alastair, but he won't talk." Castiel said in a controlled voice, and everyone's head whipped back to him. "His will is very strong. We need Dean to… break him." He spoke directly to Dean. "That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."

For a small couple of seconds Castiel showed some kind of emotion while pleading with the oldest Winchester brother.

"Dean, you must come with us. You are our best hope."

"No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Dean shook his head worriedly and backed away.

"Who said anything about asking?" Uriel snarled before quickly putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. With no other sounds being made everybody but Sam was gone in a flash. Sam stood there worriedly and looked around before he sighed and got his phone out dialing Ruby for help.