"Umm… hello?" Sam asked sturdily. He looked down at the petite girl, who only came up to his chest. Dean peaked around Sam's tall body.

"Emily" she smiled. Dean looked shocked to see her, he got up as quietly as he could to walk into another room without her noticing that he was there.

"Do you need something…?" Sam asked her doubtfully. She smirked.

"Yeah, have either you or Dean seen a guy about yea high," she raised her hand above her head, gesturing the height. "blue eyes, dark hair, uhh, a little strange…?" Sam knitted his eyebrows together, wondering how she knew Dean.

"I don't think so…" immediately thinking of Cas but disregarding it as he knew she wouldn't know him. He looked over his shoulder to ask Dean but realised that he was no longer sitting there. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously before looking back to Emily. "Just a second" he said. Sam walked into the other room to find Dean pinching the bridge of his nose. "Uhh… She's asking for you…" Dean got up and walked over to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sternly. She looked up at him with a hurt look on her face.

"I… Have you seen a guy about this tall," she gestured the height with her hand, "blue eyes and dark hair?" she asked him softly. Cas' face flashed in Deans mind. He breathed in deeply.

"No." he said. Emily sighed disappointedly.

"Okay, thanks…" she said and slowly turned to walk away. Dean closed the door hard.

"What was that about?" Sam asked. Dean looked at Sam with an unamused face. He drew his eyebrows together in thought.

"You don't think she meant Cas, do you?" Dean asked. Sam's eyes flashed with surprise at Dean bringing up Cas.

"I don't think so, it's not exactly likely that she'd know him." Sam said. Dean looked uncertain, there was something about Emily that made him think that she knew more than she was letting on.

Deans phone rang loudly on the wobbly table.

"Hello?" Dean asked into the phone.

"Detective Simmons?" A female voice asked.

"Yeah,"

"This is Sherriff Daywood, there's been another death at the ice rink." She told him.

"What? I thought that it was shut for the investigation."

"Yeah, it was. The victim snuck in to the rink. Her friends say she said she was meeting with some guy named Henry."

"What was her name?" Dean asked.

"Bridgette Whitman."

"We're on our way."

Once they arrived there were several officers outside already, they made their way into the rink and saw Bridgette's body being removed from the ice. Sherriff Daywood walked up to them stone faced.

"Has the family been informed?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah," She told them. Two other officers came up to her and she left with them.

"Dean, we gotta do something."

"I know, I think that Henry is going after Jasmine's friends… one of us needs to protect Chelsea and Claudia." Dean pointed out. Sam's eyes fluttered down.

"Uhh, I guess, I can do that…" Sam offered.

"You make it sound like such a chore." Dean stated.

"Uhm, I…" Sam stammered. Dean smirked to himself at his little brother's awkwardness.

Dean pulled in the motel car park and they both got out of the impala. Sam strode up to the door and opened it swiftly. He stopped abruptly in the entrance way.

"Uhh…"

"What?" Dean asked. Sam looked back at him. Dean gave him a 'well?' look. He pushed past Sam and walked inside.

"Hello Dean" Cas' deep voice boomed. Dean stopped mid step and just stared at him.

"Hello?" Dean asked sternly, "That's all you have to say to me?" Cas looked down.

"I'm sorry, Dean. There are just more important things right now."

"Right, well thanks for stopping by." Dean said sarcastically and gestured for him to leave. Cas gave an apologetic look to Dean and then vanished into the air. Dean walked over to the table, sat down and rested his head in his hands. Sam stood awkwardly between Dean and the door. Dean looked over to Sam.

"I think we need to summon a demon at a crossroads to find a way to save the soul." Dean said. Sam nodded, knowing that Dean was upset by Cas' reappearance he decided to go with his plan and not put up to much of a fight. He knew that they had to burn Henrys remains but he was certain that Dean needed to do this to get his mind off Cas.

That night, they arrived at a crossroads and painted a huge demons trap in the centre of it. Dean buried the box and summoned the demon. The demon looked less than thrilled to see that it was the Winchesters calling. However, he was unable to smoke out on accord of the demons trap. He wouldn't tell them how to get to hell as he knew that he would be killed for helping even one Winchester, not to mention two. They took the Demon to an empty building and tied him down and begun torturing him for information.

"Please…All right, look… For a price, y'all can be smuggled across Hell's border." The demon informed them.

"By who?" Dean asked. The demon hesitated and Dean stroked the edge of the blade thoughtfully.

"Rogue reapers. They got secret ways, in and out. Not just Hell – The Veil, Heaven."

"Rogue reapers smuggling people?" Sam questioned.

"People, souls…" The demon said.

"So what? They're like Hell coyotes?" Sam asked.