Disclaimer: I still own nothing

Warning: Deans personality is present in this chapter.

My Note: Also, I feel it important to let you know I just realised I have no idea what I'm doing, so don't sit there thinking 'Hey, I know where she's going with this' because even I don't know. let's face it, the ending will probably be alone the lines of ' and then the bus went over the cliff and they all died. Permantly. Except for Sam, Dean, Harry and Castiel. Oh and not to mention Bobby, who was driving, Garth who wasn't actually pressent and Benny who was already dead.'

Sam, Dean and Bobby were in the exact same places they had been for the last five hours straight, and that was in Bobby's lounge surrounded by every book, scroll, grimoire and painting that may or may not have some distant relevance to killing the devil. The two younger men had long since pasted the point of migraines and passed into the world of quietly reading the same paragraph over and over and over and over until they genuinely believed they were going to combust. Even worse was when they reached the point where combustion didn't seem like that bad of an option.

"I don't think we're going to find anything and let's face it half the people who wrote these were mad anyway" Sam finally voiced the thought that they had all been thinking and they all knew they had all been thinking it.

"I would be pretty fucking insane if I had writing this much useless bull, honestly, haven't these freaks heard of a damn index." Dean, who had drawn the short straw and been dumped with an entire series of HUGE grimoires to look over.

"Well, no Dean. Nobody thought up the idea of using an index until years after these were written."

"And I bet that it was some frustrated hunter that thought of it."

"Actually it was-" Sam was cut off on is little nerd out by the faint rustling of wings signifying the spontaneous appearance of Cas. The same Cas they had been calling for three days now without receiving a single goddamn reply. Not only that, but after hours of silence and about two hours since the beer ran out there was absolutely no way in hell they were letting him get away without some kind of argument.

"What the hell Cas? We're your friends not your girlfriend you should damn well answer when we call." Dean was the first to speak, having become accustomed to the angel popping out of nowhere all the time. "Where the heck have you been anyway?"

"I have been somewhat preoccupied with a lead."

"A lead?" Sam rose an eyebrow, not quite willing to get his hopes up just yet, and the angel nodded.

"I believe I have found a way to destroy Lucifer once and for all." Everybody stared at him.

"Don't you think that this is information we could of used" Dean made a big show of looking for an answer "oh, I don't know, five goddamn hours ago!"

"I was not sure five hours ago."

"And you're sure now?"

"Yes. I am relatively certain that he can assist us."

"He?" Bobby spoke up for the first time. "You mean to tell me that you have found a man you can take down the devil? Well forgive me if I don't leap for joy just yet."

"Who is he?" Sam asked closing the book in front of him and giving Castiel his full attention.

"More importantly, how is he any better than us?" Dean added before the angel could say anything.

"He is better than you two in many ways." Castiel began. "For one he has a magical core stronger than that of most demons. He also has a clear mind and what I assume are connections to other strong magic users."

"You fall off the grid and come back with news of a freaking witch?" Dean asked incredulously "like we didn't have enough crap on our hands without having to go out and gank a damn which."

"He is not a witch" Cas said with a confused tilt of his head "he is a natural born wizard."

"A natural born what-now?"

"Wizard."

"I didn't think they were real." Sam said looking to Bobby for a gruff conformation he received almost immediately.

"Are we talking like merlin, wand waving, potion making weirdo here?" Dean continued in his forever charming manner.

"I wouldn't call him weird" Castiel replied with a purse of his lips, "He seems far more normal than even you three."

"So you've spoken to him?" Sam added.

"No, but I have watched him for days now and doubt he will offer any trouble when you go to receive him."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold up cowboy." The oldest Winchester gave him a scrutinizing look "who said we would go near him?"

"I cannot cross his ward lines." Castiel spoke as through it was the most obvious thing in the world which it isn't.

"Oh obviously," Dean drawled "now would you excuse me whilst Sam and I skip off to the impala and go collect this potentially dangerous magic man so we can ask him to take out the devil of us."

"Thank you" Castiel gave a pleased nod "I will leave his address on the table, and may you contact me when you arrive." With that said he disappeared with a soft flutter leaving three very confused, very frustrated men in his wake.

"You just had to be sarcastic, ya damn idjit." Bobby muttered loudly. "So, you boys, going to go see this guy or not?"

"I think that's our best option right now. I mean, these books really aren't turning much out."

"How do you know that it's even safe?" Dean asked feeling vaguely as though he was the only one in the room you hadn't completely lost it. "He could be some complete psycho for all we know."

"Then we take him out and come home, no harm done." Sam shrugged.

"I agree with Sam on this one" the older man offered dean a stern look "if there is a chance to stop this we gotta take it, risks and all."

"Fine" Dean spat the word out as he turned and went to receive the address "but if this goes horribly wrong I am blaming the both of you and there ain't shit all you can do about it."

Harry was on his third lap of the small, two story house. Today alone he had colour coded his wardrobe, rearranged the lounge, made a soup and consumed no less than 3.5 cups of coffee and 7.2 cups of tea. Now, he was completely out of things to do and he was still sooooooo freaking bored.

Maybe he should paint the lounge grey. It would look awful but then he would have an excuse to repaint it. Actually he thought to himself that's not a half bad idea. So it was then, as Harry examined the edges of the bay window, judging how difficult it would be to paint them that he noticed the beautiful black impala pull up in front of his house. Maybe, just maybe the painting would have to wait.