Dean arrived back at the motel later that evening. Sam was sitting at the little wobbly table researching on his laptop about the ice skating case. Dean threw his jacket on the back of a chair and then grabbed two beers from the old fridge in the corner of the room. He placed a beer with a thump in front of Sam, who looked up at him. "Do we know what killed the girl yet?" Dean asked. Sam furrowed his eyebrows together and looked at the computer screen intently.
"Uhh… it could be a ghost or maybe an angel thing…." He trailed off.
"Nah, it's not an angel thing, not their style" Dean commented. He took a swig from his beer. "We should talk to the vics family tomorrow." Sam nodded and went back to staring at his computer screen.
Cas lay limp on cool steel table. His trench coat and shirt abandoned in the corner to reveal is battered and bloodied body. Crowley circled the table with a smug grin, admiring the knife in his hands as fresh blood dribbled down the hilt. Dean woke up with a start. Sam looked at him with concern, "You alright?" he asked. Dean glanced over at him.
"Yeah," he replied gruffly. "Why do you keep on asking?" Sam handed Dean a coffee and started to discuss the case again.
"So, we should go talk to the girl's family, see if they noticed anything strange before her death." Sam suggested. Dean shrugged on his jacket and grabbed the keys for the impala and walked out the door. Sam frowned slightly and followed Dean to the car.
They pulled up at an average sized house with a gravel pathway that led up to some rickety steps. Sam knocked on the front door firmly. A short, young girl about 7 years old with long blonde hair opened the door. Her eyes grew wide as she took in Sam and Dean's appearance and took a step backwards. "Hi, is you're mother home?" Sam asked her kindly. She nodded and quickly ran off down the corridor. Dean looked at Sam quizzically and leaned through the doorframe and looked around. He raised his eyebrows slightly at Sam and shrugged. Right before Dean was about to walk inside a middle-aged woman with shoulder length blonde hair came to the door. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Uhh, yeah, you're Mrs Grayson?" Dean asked. She nodded. " I'm Detective Simmons and this is Detective Frehley," they flashed her their badges. "We'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter's death." She let them inside. Mrs Grayson made tea for them and poured it into a pair of delicate teacups.
"So, Mrs Grayson-" Sam started
"Please, call me Sophie" she said, giving a slightly flirtatious smile to Sam who looked down uncomfortably. Dean smirked to himself at Sam's discomfort.
"Uhh, Sophie…" Sam began again. "Did you notice anything unusual or weird the days leading up to Jasmine's death?"
"Unusual? Unusual how?" she asked suspiciously.
"Like was she acting strange? Did you notice any flickering lights, scratching sounds?" Dean offered. Sophie knitted her eyebrows together looking confused as Sam swiftly kicked Dean under the table for being so obvious.
"Umm…..Jasmine was acting normal before she…" Sophie trailed off.
"Was there anybody that would want to hurt Jasmine?" Sam asked.
"It was an accident… Something went wrong with the ice…." Sophie said quietly. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.
"We just have to cover every possible scenario." Sam assured her.
"How much time did Jasmine spend at the ice arena?" Dean asked. Sophie gave him a quizzical, concerned look.
"She would spend at least an hour after school every day and most of her weekends there." She told them.
"Alright, I think that's all we need. Thankyou for your time… Sophie." Sam thanked her and they left.
Dean's phone started ringing; he picked it up and saw that Kevin was calling. He immediately answered it, hoping that it was about the trials.
"Kevin?"
"Dean, I know the second trial…" Kevin said. There was a brief moment of silence.
"Well….?" Dean asked impatiently.
"An innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and delivered unto Heaven." Kevin told him.
"What?"
"'Unto.' That's – that's how God talks." Kevin said.
"Thanks Kevin" Dean said and hung up. Sam walked in and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Kevin knows the second trial."
"Which is?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him meaningfully.
"You have to rescue an innocent soul from Hell and pass it onto Heaven."
"I have to what?"
"Rescue a soul" Dean repeated.
"How am I meant to do that?!"
"I don't know." Dean said sadly.