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Chapter 2

The weather was really nice. Perfect even. There were no clouds, and the stars looked huge and brilliant, like in a painting. The moon, white and polished, was hanging low in the sky, welcoming the brothers to a neat little town. It was unnerving, really, how the world could seem so peaceful with the clock ticking backwards to destruction.

"Ok, so… I don't like this place."

"I know what you mean. Something's off here. I just can't put my finger on it."

"Bet this hole doesn't even have a strip club."

"Dean, be serious for a moment. Motel ahead."

"Right."

The receptionist smiled and gave the keys to room 12 to Mr. Rosenstern and Mr. Guildencrantz, representatives of the local channel who came to conduct interviews for the position of a weather person.

The guys' smile widened.

"Poor Susan, that's right. But you know, she wasn't pronounced dead yet, just missing," At this point he probably realized that he's not wearing the right expression for a talk about missing people.

"Isn't it a bit too early to look for a replacement?" He continued with a solemn look on his face, "She might come back."

Suddenly the guy developed a very loud and obviously fake coughing fit, which the brothers took as their sign to resign.

"So you still think there's a natural reason for this?" Dean smirked as they closed the room's door behind them.

"No, there's defiantly something here. Either this guy is involved in the kidnapping, or something supernatural is at work here," Sam kicked off his shoes, "Or all of the above."

"Ok. Tomorrow we look around town. And since this place definitely doesn't have a strip club, this is sleeping time."

He was disgusted at the mere thought of having to work with a demon, but, as the humans saying goes – 'desperate times call for desperate means.' He was cut off from most of heaven's influence, and since he was now a rebel, it would not be wise to make too much use of the powers he did have.

And he had to admit – Crowley's network of information was quite useful. He had vast knowledge, through the thousands of dark creatures in his service, about many demonic and angelic activities throughout the world. Castiel knew – this is something he would never have thought of. To make use of creatures he considered an abomination. He stopped what he was doing at the moment (looking at a map covered with red and blue pulsating circles) and sighed. The demon was standing across the room, talking to a creature that was probably a female, thin and with a greenish tint to her skin. To think that the same creatures the Winchester brothers dedicated their lives to wipe out, were now aiding them without their knowledge… Apparently, even man eating swamp monsters didn't want their home destroyed by Hell's – or Heaven's wrath.

A few notes: before anyone asks - I know that it's 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead' and not the other way around. It was probably Sam's idea of a joke. And Dean probably thought he was a complete dork too.

I also want to apologize for measuring Castiels wings in meters in the last chapter :). I know it's more appropriate to use imperial units. I was going to convert it to inches, but then I thought that it should be measured with feet, and I have no idea how to convert stuff to feet. Sorry :).