(Castiel)
Well, well, what a motley crew, I think as I walk over the rise and see them standing there. Angel, demon, butcher, baker, candlestick maker, we're all here. Some worse for wear but all of us spoiling for a fight...except for Sam Winchester, who seems to be moping around, longing for death.
"Castiel," I hear Dean say and the three of them turn to me as I reach into the truck and touch Señor Santiago, tow truck driver extraordinaire, on the shoulder and he keels over on the seat, fast asleep. I walk over to the three blind...well, the one blind and the two myopic mice, and the girl has the good sense to take a step back in fear while Dean Winchester takes a step forward to protect his brother.
"I see you found my angel killer," I say and Dean's aura gets all spiky and turns from his normal deep red to a muddied red. I feel the need to be prudent as he still has the nail from Christ's cross, the only thing standing between him and annihilation.
"He didn't know the priest was an angel. Sam though it was a demon," Dean explains and I know just how Sam must feel. It's so hard to tell who the players are without a call sheet.
Ignoring Dean, I turn to the girl and her aura is a dark and muddied gray and she's putting on a brave face but fear's a hard emotion to contain, even for a demon. "You must be Ruby, the demon with a heart of gold," I say and Dean barks out an incredulous, bitter laugh and I know he's on the right track. She can not be trusted and her animosity toward Dean Winchester turns her aura black.
"Sam Winchester," I say turning to the tall drink of water with bandages covering his empty eye sockets. I'm pleased the Galearri got in at least one lick before dying but I know that it's not just the loss of his eyes that has turned Sam's true aura color to a muddy forest green, it's his utter despair and I tell him to cheer up, things could be worse, much, much worse. He knows that it will come to pass and smiles sickly.
"I sent you to Amarillo Infantes for a specific reason," I tell Dean.
He says "Bite me" and I remind him again of his lack of respect and he says "bite me, please" and, if I could, at this very moment he'd be on his way back to hell. But I know that he knows that, for whatever reason, I can't or I would have done it long ago and he never lets me forget it.
Right now it's time to test his metal, to find out what kind of game he brings, to see if he can destroy Lilith and save his brother...or not. I'm betting on not. I tell them of the gathering storm in the small, heretofore blessed town and that they need to make haste but the bane of my current existence balks and tries to blackmail me.
"Unless you help Sam," he says "He and I are heading back to the states for medical help."
I know he's lying but two can play at this game. I make a deal with him. Bring me Lilith's head on a platter and I'll perform a miracle and restore Sam's sight. He agrees but it's easier said than done for some angels. I'm not going to tell him so and, after convincing him to take the forked tongued Ruby with him, I watch as the intrepid trio heads back to Armadillo Infantes and their rendezvous with destiny. And me? I'm off to find Bobby Singer.