Dean sat watching the crappy motel TV, it fuzzed inconsistently in and out of some crappy Sunday show.

"Fucking pain in the arse"

"Dean"

"What?"

Sam leaned back from the tiny bathroom, a toothbrush tucked in the side of his mouth, toothpaste foaming out of his mouth like a rapid dog.

"Can't you lighten up a little?"

"Oh come on we've been stuck in crappy Ohio for nearly a week, on Cass' orders and we have no idea why"

"He's an angel, we've just gotta trust him"

"Trust him my ass"

Sam sighed and leaned forward into the badly cleaned sink and spat out some frothy toothpaste.

"Why can you just trust people" Sam huffed under his breath.

"Bitch" Dean called from the main room, obviously hearing Sam's remark.

"Jerk" Sam replied.

Dean continued to click the remote that looked like something from the 80's in the hope of finding something decent on, a futile mission on a Sunday. The flutter of wings whispered from behind him, and though Dean could not hear it, he felt it. He turned to find a man standing behind him. He was tall, with a stiff posture. His hair was mousey brown, cut to a respectable size, he had slight overnight stubble which also seemed reputable, other features included soft blue eyes that had the hint of human sanity and yet seemed empty as if despite those eyes being filled, something was missing. He wore a beige trench coat that was loose, allowing a dark blue tie and black suit with a white shirt to be shown. It was simple middle class business attire.

"Jesus Cass you could knock once in a while" Dean huffed.

Sam suddenly put down his toothbrush and made his way towards the two men, eager to hear the news.

"Good to see you Cass, what is the news?"

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting" he replied, his voice comforting but no trace of an accent from anywhere "I've been searching for something quite difficult to find. Many other beings have been after it"

"And by beings, you mean demons?" Sam asked intently.

"Yes, but I have disabled any of their leads"

"You know, you're tough for a little nerdy dude with wings" Dean butted in.

Sam gave Dean a look of annoyance, a look that they were about to have a conversation that they have had many times.

"I'm a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent… not a dude in wings" Castiel replied, not quite understanding Dean's statement.

"Anyway" Sam interrupted "What is this thing everybody is looking for"

"That is it; I'm not exactly sure what you would call it"

"Oh great that helps" Dean says sarcastically.

"Well do you have any leads, Cass?"

Castiel takes a few steps forward, pondering how he should explain the situation; he turns back to the boys, his decision made.

"I do"

There is a short pause as the boys wait for the rest of Castiel's speech but when nothing leaves his mouth, Dean moves in to question.

"Well Cass… what are they?"

"There is a pocket of energy somewhere on the outskirts of Ohio; in a village you call a twerp"

"I think that's Antwerp Cass"

"This pocket of energy appeared in the last week, it is so powerful it is like a force field covering the whole village. I can't break through it, no one can apart from humans"

"Not even demons?"

"If I can't, I assume they can't either" Castiel replies "I need you two to go in and find what I am looking for, before the demons get to it first"

"Great!" Dean replies sarcastically "How the hell are we meant to look for this thing when we don't even know what we are fucking looking for!"

Castiel sighed; he would have to tell them something.

"You will know when you find it, because it will say it's an angel"

"An angel?"

Sam and Dean exchange glances, they know Castiel knows more than he's letting on.

"A fallen angel" Castiel replies "it will say it's a fallen angel"