"Excuse me?" Dean said.

"Tulip O'Hare," Linda elaborated, "From some graphic novel series called Preacher. Apparently Sean's a fan."

"No, not that," Dean said, "How did you learn all that?"

"I know you wanted everyone to let you handle the situation with the girl," Linda began, "But she was screaming her lungs out for thirty minutes. I wanted to make sure she was okay, so I brought her some water. Then she tried to attack me-"

"She what?!" Sam exclaimed.

"Don't worry, it wasn't much of one, I very easily fended her off," Linda assured, "Anyway, I read her the riot act, and she felt so bad afterwards she fixed where she starched me."

"Fixed it?" Dean asked.

"Apparently she has an extremely rare physic ability that involves healing others by taking on their wounds." Linda replied, "Now are you going to let me finish or not?"

After Linda finished her story. She explained that apparently a few years ago during her "family's" travels, they had met a woman named Jennifer Mullins, who ran an operation that sole supernatural creatures to poeople with way too much money, pulse the odd witch or even scientist. If they managed to spare a monster on a hunt, they would send it her way for an inoradinate amount of money. Apparently she had a similar arrangement with numerous hunters across the country. When she was finished they went to the room they had stashed Tulip in. When they opened the door, she stood up from where she had been sitting on the bed.

"It's alright; we come in peace," Sam said, his arms out in front of him, "And look who we brought with us?"

Linda stepped through the doorway.

"You told, didn't you?" Tulip accused her feeling of betrayal clear in her voice.

"It was a monster trafficking ring," Linda responded, "How could I keep that to myself?"

"But a deal's a deal," Sam said, "If you want I can take you back to the others, or at least where you left them."

"That is, if you actually wanna go back." Dean cut in, "It just sounds like they're exploiting you to me. You be killed when they have you heal them."

"They wouldn't let me heal them if it was that bad." Tulip said, "Even if I wanted to. And I would."

"Okay," Sam relented, "If you're sure-"

"I'm sure." Tulip said, taking his arm.

Sam teleported them to a spot near the building where they had found the angels, then put a hand to her forehead and catching her before she hit the ground. "I'm sorry, Tulip," He said, "But it has to be this way."

Tulip woke up on a bench with no idea how she got there, or where anyone was. Frantic and confused, her head went every which way until she spotted a cell phone by her with a note reading, "Call home." She dialed a number into it and waited for answer. "Yeah," Sean said, sounding stressed.

"S-Sean..."Tulip began, her voice shaking.

"Tulip!" He exclaimed, "Where are you? Did that bastard hurt you?"

"I-I don't know," Tulip stammered, "I don't remember what happened after we took off to that building I told you about."

"Damn bastard wiped your memory." Sean groaned, "Look, just tell describe where you are and we'll find you."

Sam watched, invisible, until the hunters found the girl. Once he was satisfied Tulip was relatively safe, he teleported back to the bunker.

He had a lot to deal with.

"You want to what?!" Dean exclaimed upon hearing his brother's plan.

"Go undercover in Jennifer's organization." Sam repeated.

"Okay, ah, why?" Dean asked.

"You know we can't let that go on." Sam replied, "Either her buyers are using these monsters for something dangerous, or they have no clue what they're getting into and are creating a danger to themselves and others, plus, how many are like Hannah and haven't hurt anyone?"

"Who would've thought becoming an angel would turn you soft?" Dean grumbled, "We don't know for sure she's an innocent, we've only just met her. For all we know she could've been one of the angels that took out Sodom and Gomorrah, or would've killed Baum, but left the donkey alone."

"Then at least she's an animal lover!" Sam retorted, "Look that last one might be a major concern, but my other two points still stand."

"Well, we have to find her first." Dean replied, "Tulip didn't exactly give us her exact location."

"She gave us part of a location." Sam argued, "Upstate New York. And I put a tracker on her before I left her on that bench. Next time they bring something to her, we'll know."

"And if they find the tracker before then?" Dean questioned.

"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it." Sam reasoned.

"Okay, then, why you?" Dean demanded, "Why do you have to be the one to put yourself as risk, especially when there are thousands of angels who can do the job?!"

"Because I can't ask them to do something like this!" Sam argued, "Not if I wouldn't do it myself."

"You don't owe them anything." Dean seethed.

"Yeah, Dean, I do," Sam replied, "That comes with the territory of leading them which was your idea by the way."

"I never said to-" Dean began before Linda walked between the two of them, her hands raised to silence them.

"Okay boys," She said, "Here's what we're gonna do."

They gathered the core angels plus their new comer in a small circle in the bunker, Linda stood in front of them with two handfuls of cut straws.

"I don't know what you've all heard," Sam began, "But we recently learned of an underground creature trafficking ring. We want to send in two angels undercover as potential mercindise with Dean going undercover as hunter looking to sell. We decided there was only one fair way to decide who should go. By random drawing. I'm not gonna lie, there are about a million ways this could go sideways so if anyone wants to back out, they can do it now. No one will think any less of you."

No one said a word.

Dean had to admit, it was pretty smart idea. Everyone got an even chance and it prevented Dean from protesting if Sam or Cas was chosen, as Hagar had baby at home and Kevin's relationship with Hael was the worst-kept secret in the bunker (at least among the humans. Most of the angels going in and out has not observed the pair enough nor had the intuition to pick up on what was going on.) His love ones weren't the only ones at risk.

Linda handed a straw to the angel at the end of the line and everyone looked around to see who had the short straws.

It was Castiel and Hael.