"That's your plan?" Dean scoffed, "You're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?"

"We're out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved."

Sam scoffed, "There are a thousand people here!"

Uriel corrected him with a blank look, "One thousand two hundred fourteen."

"So, what?" Angel bulked, "You're willing to kill them all?"

"This isn't the first time I've… purified a city."

"Look…" Castiel's face softened as he tried to appease them but it only upset them further, "I understand this is regrettable."

Dean scoffed, "Regrettable?"

"We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already."

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?"

"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There's a bigger picture here."

"Oh, yeah. Right." Sarcasm laced Angel's voice, "'Cause you're bigger picture kind of guys."

"Lucifer cannot rise." Castiel advanced on her as he spoke, looking deeply and intensely into her eyes, "He does and Hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"

Angel shifted uncomfortably at this. Her eyes hardened into a glare as Castiel kept his eye contact with her. The images she spent so much time trying to suppress once again flooded to the surface of her memory.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone." Sam offered hurriedly, "Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die."

Uriel irritatedly turned to Castiel, "We're wasting time with these mud monkeys."

"I'm sorry…" Castiel turned away from Angel's pained face to Uriel, "But we have our orders."

"No, you can't do this." Sam hurriedly shook his head, "You're angels. I mean aren't you supposed to- You're supposed to show mercy."

Uriel laughed, "Says who?"

"We have no choice."

"Of course you have a choice." Dean whirled on Castiel, "I mean, come on. You've never questioned a crap order? What, are you both just a couple of hammers?"

"Look." Castiel glared, "Even if you can't understand it, have faith. The plan is just."

"No it's not, Castiel. Destroying a town and killing innocent people is not just." Angel shook her head, "How can you even say that?"

"Because it comes from Heaven. That makes it just."

Dean scoffed, "Oh, it must be nice to be so sure of yourselves."

"Tell me something, Dean." Castiel challenged, "When your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?"

Dean looked a little shocked by this but Angel crossed her arms, "This isn't happening, like it or not. You are not killing all of these innocent people. You're just not."

Uriel scoffed, "You think you can stop us?"

"No." Angel's eyes pierced his as she walked over and stood in Uriel's face, challenging him, "But if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. Right boys?" They nodded immediately, and she didn't even have to take her glare off of Uriel to know they did, "See, you guys dragged my sorry ass out of Hell so i'm taking that to mean that i might be worth something up there in Heaven. So the only way you're gonna get what you want is if you waste us right along with this town."

Uriel angered, "I will drag you out of here myself."

"Not alive you won't. Then we're right back where we started." She smirked, "C'mon, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch? Sounds to me like you're compensating for something, small sack." With a final glare aimed at him she looked back at Castiel, "Look, we can do this. We can stop this seal from opening. You just gotta trust us."

"Castiel!" Uriel angered even more, "I will not let these peop-"

Castiel held up his hand, "Enough!" He stared at Angel, studying her closely, before nodding, "I suggest you move quickly."

With those final words, the three Winchesters quickly headed out the door. When they came across the Impala, it was splattered with broken eggs. Angel stepped beside Sam as the both of them tried to stifle their laughs at the absolute horror displayed on Deans face. He slowly walked around to the drivers side, glaring at the mess, before turning around and looking for the culprit.

"Astronaut!"

Angel snickered as she got into the back. Sam got in after her, followed by Dean who slammed his door and seethed even more in the driver's seat. Angel shook her head at him before her gaze landed on Sam who was frowning down at his hands.

"Don't worry, Sammy." She leaned forward, "We're gonna find the bitch before anything happens to these people."

"Its- its not that." He took a breath, "I thought they'd be different."

"Who?" Dean scoffed, "The angels?" At his small nod, Dean sighed, "We tried to tell ya."

"They're kind of dicks." Angel agreed with a shrug, "Nothing special."

"I just… I mean, I thought they'd be righteous."

"Well, they are righteous. I mean, that's kinda the problem." Dean mended, "Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission."

"But, I mean, this is God? And Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?"

Angel nodded slowly, knowing what he met and exactly how he felt. She used to pray all the time. Although, that came to a raging halt during her 40 years in Hell. That time certainly changed and challenged multiple things in her life. God being one of them. Now she wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Especially because angels weren't exactly how she'd always imagined them.

"Sammy… believe me, I get it. It's a hard slap in the face reality check when you meet these assholes. Just… don't let them ruin everything for you. A few bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel is rotten. For all we know, God hates these jerks."

"Hey, Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball's still a beautiful game." Dean added as he offered Sam a smile, "Besides, they can't be all that bad." He shot a look to Angel as he started the Impala, "They brought Ang back, so there's a plus."

Sam studied them both for a second before nodding. The look of disappointment never left his face, which made Angel frown. He turned his attention to the contents of the hex bag in his hand, and picked up the bone to study it.

"Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?"

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?" Sam mused and they shook their heads, "A lot. I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven."

"Okay…" Angle motioned, "So what has that kind of fire power? A blow torch?"

"Maybe." Sam scoffed, shaking his head, "Or a kiln."

Back at the high school…

Angel walked around Don's classroom surveying it with another wary look. Dean walked over to the kiln and Sam went to investigate Don's desk.

"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone…" Dean said as he opened the kiln to peak inside, "What's the big deal?"

"Guys…" Sam rifled through Dons desk as they walked over, "That hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy-"

Dean snapped his fingers, "After we talked to the teacher."

Sam noticed a bottom drawer of the desk is locked with a latch and jiggled it. Angel turned and grabbed the hammer off the table behind her, quickly handing it off to Sam. He hit it until the latch broke off and quickly opened the drawer to reveal several bones being held in a bowl. One was charred, the others untouched.

"My God…" Sam straightened up in disgust and shock, "Those are all from children."

"And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog."

At dusk, in the local park…

Castiel was standing while Uriel sat on a park bench, as some children skipped by in Halloween costumes.

"The decision's been made."

Uriel laughed, "By a mud monkey."

Castiel spared him a careful glance, "You shouldn't call them that."

"Ah, it's what they are. Savages, just plumbing on two legs."

"You're close to blasphemy." Uriel sighed deeply at him, "There's a reason we were sent to save her. She has potential, she may succeed here." He sat down on the bench next to Uriel with his own sigh, "And any rate, it's out of our hands."

Uriel cocked an eyebrow at him, "It doesn't have to be."

"And what would you suggest?"

"That we drag Angel and Dean Winchester out of here and then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map."

"You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?"

In the basement of a dark house…

In a dimly lit basement Don was chanting the beginning of an incantation. Tracy was tied up with a rope. A rag was wrapped around her mouth, gagging her and stifling her cries as she struggled to get free. Don took a knife and a chalice from the dark altar and walked over to Tracy. He ran the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood, but staring at her menacingly. He raised the knife above his head to stab her, but before he could he was shot from behind three times. After he collapsed, Angel, Sam and Dean ran inside. Sam and Dean hurried over to help Tracy as Angel checked Don's body.

After they cut her down she ripped off the gag, "Thank you! He was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing?" Her disgust turned into an evil smile that the Winchesters missed as they looked down at Don's body, "Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?" The three of them looked up at her, immediately on alert, "My brother… always was a little dim."

The three of them raised their guns but Tracy threw up her hand and yelled an incantation before they could fire. They all flew back and hit the ground hard before they started writhing around in pain.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master's return? The spellwork's a two man job you understand? So for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." Tracy knelt down by Don and picked up the knife as well as the chalice, "The whole time I wanted to rip his face off." She started digging the knife into his bullet wound so she could catch the blood in the chalice and looked over to the writing Winchesters chuckling, "And you get him with a gun. Uh, love that." Getting up she went back to the altar, "You know, back in the day, this was the one night you kept your children inside. Well, tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is."

Tracy raised the chalice as she started another incantation. Sam, still clutching his stomach in pain, crawled his way to Don's body. He put his hand in the blood and smeared it on his face. Dean and Angel gaped at him. They'd be disgusted if they didn't feel like their guts were being ripped out.

Dean grunted, "What are you doing?"

"Just follow my lead."

Sam quickly spread the blood on Dean's face as well as Angels before backing away from Don's body. As Tracy finished the incantation, the ground cracked and released black smoke that poured into the body of Don. Another seal was now broken. The force of the smoke brought Don, now possessed by Samhain, to his feet. The demon stared at Tracys back for a second before walking over to her. She turned around, grinning madly, before he brought her close to him for a kiss.

Breaking from the kiss, Tracy gazed at him lovingly, "My love."

He frowned, "You've aged."

"This face…" She looked away embarrassed, "I can't fool you."

"Your beauty is beyond time." Samhain leaned in again so their foreheads rested together before he suddenly snapped her neck and tossed her dead body to the floor, "Whore."

Turning, he sniffed the air and saw the Winchesters lying still on the floor. He walked over and looked at them for a second before walking past and leaving, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell…" Angel got up quickly, whispering to Sam so that Samhain didn't hear her, "How did you know to do that?"

"Halloween lore." Sam answered, "People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot."

Dean's eyes widened in shock that Sam took a chance like that, "You gave it a shot?!"