"It's not actual blood," Anderson said, "Well it kinda is, but it's not. You see... ugh. I can't explain this. Ed?" Moscone shot his partner a face, that Kate couldn't read, before sighing.
"It is indeed blood. But it has something in it that we haven't been able to trace... Something that gives the difference. We think the demon blood might have a hint of sulfur mixed in, but we aren't sure. Do you understand?" Moscone asked, a look of hope on his face said that he really hoped she wouldn't ask anymore questions.
"No. But that's okay. What do we need to look for?" Kate answered. A look of relief washed over the two agents. Moscone looked around, suddenly his face twisted in confusion.
"Where are all the bodies?" He asked. Kate knit her eyebrows together in momentary confusion.
"There's only the two."
"No," Moscone said, suddenly he took off running towards the opposite end of the building. He started looking all over for something.
"There was only two!" Castle shouted to the man.
"There's never just two. They don't work like that. If there was just two here that means there's more somewhere else," Anderson explained.
"Is it possible that just once they did kill only two people?" Kate asked in a no nonsense tone. Anderson shook his head. Moscone came running up to him, breathing only slightly heavier.
"De-Tom, I need to make a call upstairs. There is something very wrong here," he told his partner. Thomas Anderson got a strange look on his face before nodding.
"Do what you have to do." The two men clasped each other's shoulders and shared a long look before Moscone broke the hold and started to walk away.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, close to the ruffling of feathers, and a man standing in front of Moscone.
"Hello Castiel," Micheal said. Cas looked up into Micheal's face.
"Now isn't a good time, brother," Cas said trying to push past the archangel. Micheal rolled his eyes.
"Never would be a good time for you." Cas kept trying to push past, "Where do you think you are going Castiel?" Micheal let Cas take a few steps away from him before throwing something at Cas's feet. Fire encircled him. Cas sighed. Turned around. And stared past Micheal to Detective Beckett, Richard Castle, and Dean. Beckett had a gun in her hand, Castle had this look on his face like he was trying to figure out what happened, and Dean's face was covered in terror.
"Sir, I don't know who you are but could you please step away from Agent Moscone?" Beckett yelled at him, aiming the gun. Micheal raised an eyebrow.
"A brave human you have here Castiel. But not very smart. I assume that you know why I am here brother?" Micheal asked.
"Micheal, what is going on? This was an angel battle, not a hit like you told Gabriel and I."
"They doubted Castiel. They were ready to rebel. I couldn't let that happen. You must understand," Micheal said earnestly.
"What about me? You never attacked me! Why them?" Cas was yelling now. The angel blade appeared in his hand.
"Cas..." Dean warned. Beckett looked at him.
" So, your names aren't really Thomas Anderson and Eddie Moscone?" Castle asked, eyes never leaving the brothers in the middle of the room.
"You have no idea how many people actually fall for that," Was all the Dean said to the writer.
"The Father gave us specific instructions concerning you, we had no choice. But these two we couldn't risk it with." Micheal's own angel blade was now in his hand. When a voice across the room called out to them.
"Well isn't this fabulous! A family gathering. Too bad Balthazar, Uriah, Luci, and Anna aren't here. Then we could have a real party then.:
"Gabriel," both Cas and Micheal said, turning to look at the other archangel. Suddenly Dean stepped forewards.
"What the hell is the trickster doing here?"
"Nice to see you too Dean-o. You're still your same annoying self, I see. How disappointing. How's little bro? Tell my favorite Moose that Tuesday would work better for me," Gabriel said to Dean before turning back to his brothers, "Alright Micheal, let Cassie go."
"He needs to understand why we did it."
"We?" Gabriel asked, "Who's we? Last time I checked I tried to get you to go out for strawberry ice cream, not to kill our brother and sister."
"You really told Castiel to come here?"
"Better believe it bucko. Thought there was something here he'd like to know. Love you big bro, but I gotta go." Gabriel snapped his fingers and a bucket of water appeared. Which he immediately dumped on the fire ring. Snapping his fingers again, he disappeared.
"Leave Micheal. We have nothing else to talk about," Cas said, his head falling to his chest. Micheal nodded and disappeared in a flurry of feathers. As soon as Micheal disappeared, Dean came running up to him and pulled him into a hug.
"Man this situations sucks balls. What do ya say we get outta here and go to a diner. You can get as many hamburgers as you want, on me," He said. Beckett grabbed his arm.
"So you lie to us about your identities, come in and tell us some tale about gangs, have some weird dudes that do magic tricks come in and deliver bad news, and you expect us to just let you leave? I don't think so. You're coming back with us to the station." Dean groaned, Cas just pressed his lips together and nodded. Dean hated police stations, the people always ask to many questions and they don't have pie.