"You told me you were going to stop," Dean argued as he drove with his brother in the Impala. They just delivered Pam back home and dropped Bela off at Bobby's place to wait until a plane from the local airport could take her back to Miami. Dean was sad to see them both go but was somewhat glad. The last thing he wanted to put either of them in any more danger. For the moment, his bigger concern was the fact that Sam had apparently been practicing his powers with Ruby again and didn't feel the need to mention it.

"That was before," sighed Sam.

"Before what?" demanded Dean.

"Before we were going up against the likes of Alastair and whole swarms of demons. Years ago we had a hard enough time just fighting one demon now we're dealing with hundreds. The angels are losing this war Dean and the whole world is at stake," argued Sam.

"You think I don't know that Sam? I am not angry you are using that mojo of yours to help people," snapped Dean, his words catching his brother by surprise. "Hell has been sending the big guns after us and I know the world's at stake so we've got to use whatever we can to stop it. I'm not an idiot Sam. So far the only thing that even seems to scare Lilith are the angels and you. And since those fluffy winged dicks are about as reliable as AOL customer service, that leaves you the only real thing we've got to take that bitch down. The reason I'm angry is because you didn't tell me what you were doing."

"Wait…you're okay with it?" frowned Sam.

"Sammy I'm a realist. I couldn't beat Alastair on my best day and you managed to do it with a thought. What kind of a stupid son of a bitch would I be if I stopped you from doing the one thing that could save the whole world?" asked Dean.

A few hours later, they stopped at a motel in Cheyenne, Wyoming and purchased a room for the night. Dean was half ready to just pass out once he got inside. He wouldn't get the chance because the instant they stepped inside their room and turned on the lights, Castiel, Uriel, and Adriel were waiting inside.

"Winchester and Winchester," Uriel muttered. He was about as irritated to see them as Dean and Sam were to see him.

"Oh come on," groaned Dean.

"You're needed," stated Adriel.

"Needed? We just got back from needed!" shouted Dean.

"Mind your tone," Uriel warned him.

"No you mind your damn tone with us," snapped Dean, the time Uriel threatened to kill Bela running through his mind. Didn't matter if this angel was supposedly one of the good guys or not, Dean would never forgive him for that. "We saved one of your damn seals from being broken and as far as I'm concerned that entitles us not to be pushed around like chess pieces for FIVE FREAKIN MINUTES!"

"We raised you out of Hell for our purposes," Uriel reminded him.

"Yeah and what were those again? What exactly do you want from me?" demanded Dean.

"To do as you are told," Adriel scolded him.

"Along with some gratitude," added Uriel. "If it weren't for us, you'd still be torturing your girlfriend in Hell."

Dean was about to lunge forward when Sam held him back. "Dean we know this is difficult to understand…" Castiel tried to explain.

"And we don't care," Uriel interrupted him. The two angels glared at one another. Apparently Uriel had a way with pissing off everybody.

"Seven angels have been murdered," Adriel spoke. Dean found that difficult to believe. The angels were dicks but they were also badass. Only demons like Alastair seemed to be capable of challenging one unless the demons have figured out strategies and tactics to finally fight back.

"All from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight," stated Uriel.

"Demons?" asked Sam.

"We don't know for sure," answered Adriel.

"How are they are doing it?" inquired Dean.

"We don't know that either," Adriel answered again.

"Well aren't you people just full of useful information," scoffed Dean.

"I'm sorry but what exactly do you want us do you want us to do about it?" asked Sam, trying to keep things from escalating further. "A demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league right?"

"Well as that old human saying goes, don't whore yourself short," Adriel replied. The Winchesters were flabbergasted by her statement and even the other two angels threw a look. "I must have said that wrong. I meant don't whore yourself less," she corrected herself, completely oblivious to the fact that her correction sounded even worse.

"We can handle the demons just fine without him," Uriel glared at Adriel, shutting her up.

"Once we find whoever it is," stated Castiel.

"So…you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked while trying to keep a straight face. If they actually needed the lowly humans' help in demon hunting then maybe these celestial assholes were more overrated then he thought.

"Not quite," Castiel spoke. "We have Alastair…"

"Great. He should be able to name your triggerman," Dean interrupted.

"But he won't talk," said Castiel. "Alastair's will is very strong and we've arrived at an impasse."

"Yeah well he's like a black belt in torture. You guys are out of your league," Dean scoffed.

"That's why we've come to his student," Uriel stated. Dean was horrified as he realized what was going on. They wanted him to torture Alastair. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got," the angel added.

"Dean you're our best hope," Castiel assured him.

"No way. You can't ask me to do this Cas…not this," Dean spoke. They wanted him to go to a place he couldn't go. He couldn't get the memories of the faces of the people he tortured and he hated going to sleep at times knowing the nightmares were waiting for him. It was as his subconscious was taunting him, all too eager to replay the horrors he inflicted on Bela and the others.

"Who said anything about asking?" smirked Uriel.

Before Dean knew what just happened, he was suddenly in a completely different room. It looked like an old abandoned meat factory that still smelled of ammonia. "Oh for god's sake, what part of no didn't you understand?!" shouted Dean.

He was going to rant on further until he heard some music playing in the distance. A familiar Celine Dion song that wasn't on his top ten. "Is that the Titanic song?" Dean asked.

"Balthazar believed we should try mental torture as well as physical. Alastair's been listening to that for the past seven hours," Castiel answered.

"Now that's torture," mumbled Dean.

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Fiddly Diddly and now I'm going to pop open yours," Balthazar could be heard singing over the music along with screams of pain. Dean followed the source of the sound to a door with a small window at height level. Inside the next room, Alastair was chained to a series of metallic bars shaped into a devil's trap with another devil's trap drawn on the floor underneath him. Balthazar was holding the demon by the head as light shot out of his eyes and mouth. Yet unlike all the other times Dean saw an angel smiting something, the intensity faded in and out. As if Balthazar was holding back enough not to kill him. When he finally stopped, Alastair just laughed.

"Annnnnnndddddd IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII willlllllllllllll always luvvvvvvvvvvvvvv uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" the demon sang.

Frustrated, Balthazar teleported out of the room and beside Dean. "And I thought Celine Dion's singing was horrendous," he fumed.

"Dean will take things from here," Uriel said.

"Good. I need to go smite something," grumbled Balthazar before he teleported away.

"This devil's trap is old Enochian. He's bound completely," Castiel told Dean.

"Fascinating," muttered Dean. He turned and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Castiel inquired.

"Hitching back to Cheyenne thank you very much," Dean replied. He didn't get far before Uriel and Adriel teleported in front of him.

"Angels are dying boy," Uriel reminded him.

"Everybody's dying these days," Dean shot back. "And I get it you're all powerful and make me do whatever you want but you can't make me do this!"

"Did you suddenly forget that there is a war going on?" Adriel glared at him.

"Yeah I remember but I'm not one of your soldiers Nurse Ratched," Dean challenged her.

"Rach-el. My vessel's name is Rachel. Learn how to pronounce it properly if that's too much to ask. Also she's not a nurse, she's a substitute teacher. You might want to get your facts straight before you open your little simian mouth," Adriel sighed. Dean rolled his eyes. This angel should take her own advice.

"This is too much to ask I know," Castiel tried to diffuse the situation. "But we have to ask it."

Dean thought about it and quickly came to a decision. "I want to talk to Cas alone," he told Adriel and Uriel.

"I want you to find Sam and let him know I'm alright. Keep an eye on him too," Dean told Adriel. He was pissed at her right now but the fact was of the two angels before him, he'd trust Sam's life to her over Junkless.

Adriel eyed Dean then glanced over at Castiel who gave her a slight nod. "Very well," she replied before teleporting away.

"You just leave," Dean told Uriel. The angel was getting better at hiding his irritation but Dean could still see it on his face.

"I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have further orders," Uriel spoke.

"Well get some doughnuts while you're out," quipped Dean.

Uriel burst into laughter, catching Dean by surprise. Normally he was annoyed by anything humans said but now he seemed amused. "This one just won't quit will he? I think I'm starting to like you boy," he chuckled. Well that makes one of us thought Dean as Uriel teleported away.


Fate seemed to have a sense of humor. When Dean was abducted by angels, Sam called a demon to help. Ruby arrived shortly and made it clear she didn't see what the problem was. Dean was now torturing Alastair so it wasn't like there was a victim here. But Sam wasn't afraid of what kind of tortures Dean was inflicting, he was afraid his brother didn't have the guts to finish the job. It all came back to Bela. Whatever Dean did to her down there took away his edge, his guilt was apparent despite all the jokes. So Sam knew the only person who could stop all of this and kill Alastair was himself.

But it's been weeks since his last fix and he needed more blood. Ruby was more than happy to oblige as she shoved him onto the motel bed and the two started kissing. Sam stopped her, telling her he couldn't do this now. Not when Dean needed his help. The demon just smiled and pulled out a knife, cutting one of her wrists. "Bon appetite," she whispered into his ear.

Sam leaned down and was about to start sucking on the blood like a vampire. Personally this whole thing disgusted him but he needed the boost if he wanted to be strong enough.

"Sam. Your brother…," a voice spoke, startling both Sam and Ruby. They turned to see Adriel standing in the middle of the room, obviously just teleported in. Whatever the angel was about to say changed the second she saw what was happening. Fury broke out on her face as the angel suddenly rushed forward, grabbing Ruby and slamming her wall. Adriel clenched the demon by the throat with one hand, preparing to smite her with the other.

"No!" shouted Sam as he leaped up and grabbed Adriel's arm. He managed to slow her down but not stop it completely. Adriel thrusted her grabbed arm backwards, sending Sam flying across the room.

"You corrosive bitch. Trying to turn him into a monster like you," Adriel hissed.

"Adriel stop!" shouted Sam as he got back to his feet.

The angel turned her attention to him. "You were ordered not to use your powers by Heaven. There are no exceptions to that, it means never!" she shouted. Ruby gasped, unable to speak with Adriel's grip tightening on her throat.

"Adriel let her go," ordered Sam. He wasn't in much of a position to demanding anything from her. His powers didn't have any effect on angels and he still had no idea how to truly fight one.

Adriel turned her attention back to Ruby and said nothing, contemplating. Finally she hurled Ruby towards the door. The demon landed with a loud thud on the floor. "If I didn't have orders not to kill you, I would have already done so but don't test my patience," hissed Adriel. "Get out and stay away from the Winchesters!"

Ruby threw Sam a look but didn't protest as she raced towards the door and ran outside. Sam watched her leave and soon as he turned back to the angel, Adriel had teleported mere inches away from his face. She grabbed him and shoved him into a wall, keeping her forearm across Sam's chest to prevent him from moving.

"If I had been any other angel, you'd already be ash," Adriel growled.

"Where's my brother?" demanded Sam.

"On assignment," said Adriel.

"You mean torturing Alastair."

"How else is he supposed to get the necessary information?" Adriel said as if it was a stupid question. "And right now he's at least he's not drinking demon blood."

Sam was getting sick of getting lectured on what he can do whether it was Dean or the angels. Why couldn't they just understand that he was doing what needed to be done to stop Lilith and the rest of Hell? The angels were losing the war with more than half the 66 seals had been broken according to Ruby.

"If it hadn't been for what I can do, you would have never killed Samhain," Sam reminded her. The frustrated angel released him.

"I loathe your older brother but at least he knows when to follow orders," Adriel grumbled.

"I'm not one of your soldiers. I don't take orders from you, Castiel, or Heaven," Sam snapped.

"You are either with us Sam or you are against us. There is no middle ground in this war especially not with what's pumping inside your veins," Adriel reminded him.

"How many times do I have to keep explaining this to you? I only use my powers to help people and stop demons," a frustrated Sam sighed. "You keep on saying I'm going to turn evil the more I use it but I'm not. If anything, I have more clarity of mind now that I accepted it."

Sam was caught by surprise when Adriel gave him a disappointed look of her face. She looked like an angry vengeful angel and more like a parent who just found out her kid committed a crime. Or maybe a friend you thought you knew wasn't the person you expected him to be.

"Look I'm not trying to start an argument here. Just take me to where Dean is," Sam said trying to calm things down. He already knew that Dean was in an abandoned butcher shop a few hours away thanks to a locator spell by Ruby. But Adriel could cut that trip down to a second.

The angel said nothing, did nothing. She just folded her arms and didn't say a word. Guess that's the angelic version of the cold shoulder.

"Fine. I'll get there myself," scoffed Sam. He walked outside and got into the Impala. Before he could turn on the ignition, Adriel teleported into the passenger seat.

"What the hell are you following me for?" demanded Sam.

"Your brother requested I watch over you and I will carry out my duty. But that's the extent of my courtesy," Adriel spoke.

"So instead of simply teleporting me there and save us both time, you'd rather we drive around the next few hours together?" sighed Sam. Adriel didn't say a word, didn't even look at him.

"Fine," grunted Sam. He had a feeling this was going to be a long trip.


The cycle repeated itself every time. Alastair would scream and then laugh. It didn't matter what Dean did to him. He injected the demon with holy water, stuffed salt down its throat, even stabbing the bastard in the chest with Ruby's knife. Alastair would scream in pain and then ask for seconds. He mocked Dean by insinuating the man lost his touch since Hell. The truth was Dean was holding back. He did enjoy but he couldn't let himself enjoy it too much. He couldn't allow that dark side to take hold of him. Having Alastair helpless on a rack and surrounded by demon torturing tools, Dean felt like he was in heaven. The whole time he was in Hell, he dreamed of this moment and Dean was afraid he was going to like it too much.

"You know this reminds me of when I had your daddy on my rack. I couldn't get him to break either. I must have flayed and scorched every raw nerve on his soul but I gotta give the man credit. One hundred years in the pit and he never broke. Haven't had a holdout like that in centuries," Alastair taunted.

"Just give me a name Alastair. Who's killing the angels?" Dean demanded, trying to stay focused as dipped Ruby's knife in holy water mixed with salt.

"Old poppa was the stuff of heroes then came Dean. I was afraid your dad's stubbornness was a family trait. Turns out the apple fell well beyond the tree," mocked Alastair. "Daddy's little girl broke in thirty. You never could live up to the old bastard's expectations could you? Must have been torture watching Daddy dolt on the rebellious Sammy while you the obedient one was neglected. Guess that's why you were such a good student when I took you under my wing. I was the Father you really always wanted."

"What I really wanted in the pit for all those years was to do this," Dean shot back and stabbed Alastair in the chest.

The demon cried out in pain then started laughing again. "That pig poker stick? Really?" he laughed. "Do you think this is going to fix you Dean? Undue all the pain and horrors you've inflicted on everyone downstairs. More to the point, do you think it'll undue everything you've done to little Abigail?" the demon asked with a smile on his face.

"Shut up," Dean growled, stabbing Alastair again and this time he plunged it in slowly. The demon screamed in pain and Dean was actually pleased to see that smile wiped from his face.

"Think back to all the times you poked and prodded that lovely little slab of meat and know that is who you really are boy," spat Alastair. "You are nothing but a sadistic killer and you can try to play the hero part all you want. Those thirty years in Hell showed me and more importantly showed yourself what you really are."

Dean stabbed him again, slowing cutting along the belly. "Maybe you're right but now it's my turn to carve," he smiled. The torture intensified by splashing holy water mixed with salt along the cuts and then pouring it down the demon's throat. As the screams intensified, Dean couldn't help but wish that Alastair didn't break. That he would hold out and Dean could enjoy this even more.

For a moment, Dean thought that Alastair might break until the demon smiled and said, "Honestly grasshopper this is disappointing. You've lost your touch."

Dean was starting to lose his patience and grabbed an entire bag of salt. "This temperate crapheap is just too limiting for you. At least in Hell you could alternate the landscapes and make anything you want a reality down there. That's where you made their masterpieces. Every time the great Dean Winchester got to work, you'd turn those pathetic sods down there into your own personal canvas of blood and screams. Demons would line up by the thousands to watch you work your magic. But your best had to be little Abigail," Alastair taunted.

Dean grabbed the demon by the head and forced open his mouth as he emptied the entire bag of salt down his throat. Alastair gasped, choking in fits of pain. Dean allowed himself to enjoy as the demon slowly managed to catch his breath as blood was hacked out onto the floor. "Sorry. Something's caught in my throat," gasped Alastair. He smiled and said, "I think it's my throat."

"Well then strap in because I'm just starting to have some fun," Dean told him then headed back to his instrument table.

"Oh I'll bet you will kiddo but not as much as you did with Abigail," Alastair somehow managed to laugh despite barely being able to breath. "I cut and skewed her. Lilith did the same thing. In fact every demon did that the same way until it was your turn. Your first session you never even touched her precious skin with a blade. You just put on her father's face and made her relive those happy childhood memories of her's."

That stopped Dean right in his tracks. Old images of Bela's face as the area around shifted into her old childhood room, her clothes changing back to the ones she had a kid. Dean knocked on the door, gently the same way her father did. He slowly opened it as his victim realized what was happening. Tears trailed down her face as Dean stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "It's okay princess. This'll be over before you know it," Dean whispered as he approached.

"No," whimpered Bela.

"Now we talked about this Abby. A man has needs so be a big girl for me and smile," Dean smiled as he touched her shoulder.

"Leonardo, Picasso, and Michelangelo had nothing on you champ!" Alastair laughed as Dean's thoughts returned to the present. "You managed to hurt her in ways no one else could. I mean the rest of us knew about what her old man did to her but we just never acted on it. Once you get an MO down there, you tend to stick to it even when it's counterproductive. When any other demon was finished with her, she'd be screaming her lungs out. But when you were finished, she'd never make a sound. She'd have this empty look in her eyes like her soul had died."

Dean couldn't lose focus now. He knew everything that he did in Hell and Bela knew as well which gave him the strength to turn around and face his former teacher. "You can cut the cliché villain speech about how we're not so different. I know what I did and I will have to live with it for the rest of my life. But you know what, Bela knows what all the horrible things I did to her and you know what she did? She forgave me. And nothing you say can ever take that away," Dean retorted.

For the first time since the torture started, Alastair finally looked like he was the one getting frustrated. "So along with being a weeping bitch, she's also a battered masochist," he spat. Dean should have grab the knife and killed him for that. But the best way to fight back against Alastair wasn't by using salt and holy water, it was showing the bastard that he hasn't broken Dean permeantly. That he was whole again and nothing the demon did would take that again. Deep down Dean knew it wasn't true but he kept up the façade.

"Well since you've shared something with me, I'm going to share something with you. Have you ever asked yourself how come the 66 seals are being broken now?" Alastair asked.

"Enlighten me," shrugged Dean.

"You," smiled Alastair.

"Now you're just getting desperate," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Oh I've never lied to you Padawan. The moment you sliced into your precious Abigail the first seal was broken," said Alastair.

"You're lying," scoffed Dean.

"And it is written that the First Seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds the blood of the one he loves in Hell," Alastair quoted. "We had to break the first seal before the others. It was the only way to get the dominos to fall but I'll be damned twice if it was almost impossible. Getting a righteous man to take the downward plunge is easy. There's always some dumb noble schmucks waiting to barter their souls away for one reason or another. But getting a loved one in as well? That was like trying to flip a coin and have it land on both sides at once. It just couldn't happen so eventually most of us gave up hope of ever seeing our Father again."

"And then you and Abby just dropped into our laps. I'm not much of the religious type but the fact that you two love birds just suddenly showed up in Hell at the same time was a godsend. So Abby might have forgiven you and all that Love Actually crap you have going between on the two of you but the simple fact is that when we win and Lucifer walks the Earth once more, we'll owe it all to you Dean Winchester," Alastair continued.

Dean didn't want to believe it but deep down he knew it was true. He remembered in Hell as Alastair pressured him into torturing more and more victims, slowly etching away his humanity until finally he was willing to hurt anyone including Bela. Alastair told him what would happen once he was finished and that all the legions of hell would celebrate him as a hero.

"Believe me son. I wouldn't lie about this. The truth hurts far more than any lie," taunted Alastair.

"No. I know you're not lying to me," whispered Dean as he grabbed the knife. "But even if the demons do win, you won't be there to see it."

Dean turned around and to his horror, Alastair was free of his devil's trap and his shackles. "You should talk to your plumber about the pipes," the demon chuckled. He grabbed Dean by the neck and spun him around, slamming him into the devil's trap. Dean tried to fight back with the knife but Alastair casually swatted it out of his hands.

"I could kill you right now Dean but we both know that would be a mercy so I'm going do the one thing to you that's worse than death," the demon whispered to him then touched Dean's forehead.


Castiel was contemplating his recent talk with Anna. She teleported into the butcher's shop and wanted to stop Dean from torturing Alastair. She tried to make Castiel question his faith and his commitment but the angel refused to surrender to doubt. He was nothing like Anna, a traitor who disobeyed God and became human. As far as Castiel was concerned, she was almost as bad as Lucifer. He was under orders to kill her should he find her but Anna was too powerful for him to challenge alone. He knew a simple solution to that but he wanted to hear her out first. After she wanted him to join her, Castiel had heard enough. He yelled at her that he was nothing like her and threatened to summon Raphael if she didn't leave. Anna left disappointed and Castiel was filled with even more doubt than ever.

He thought more and more about what was happening around him. The angels were more powerful than the demons and yet they continuously kept losing. Lilith had almost broken enough of the seals to unleash Lucifer but something was off. How could they be losing? The Hosts of Heaven commanded by Michael had defeated Lucifer before along with his angelic followers. Yet how could they be losing to demons? And then there was the question of how Dean and Sam played into all of this. Heaven said they were important but didn't specify any details why. Then there was Bela Talbot whose resurrection was still as mysterious as ever. What brought her back and for what purpose?

Castiel heard a commotion in the torture room. He glanced inside to see Alastair free of his restraints and choking the life out of Dean. Castiel couldn't believe it. He personally drew the Enochian sigil that bound the demon himself. There's no way he should have been freed. The angel teleported inside and grabbed Dean's knife that he used to kill demons. He charged at Alastair who dropped Dean and blocked Castiel's killing blow. The knife was redirected into the demon's arm.

Alastair shoved Castiel away and pulled the knife out. "Time for the rubber match," he smiled, tossing the blade aside.

Alastair rushed at the angel, tackling him through a brick column. Castiel was caught slightly off guard by the demon's incredible strength but managed to flip Alastair off him once they both hit the ground. The two got back to their feet and Castiel kicked Alastair through the wall and into the next room.

"Somebody's been jogging to Eye of the Tiger I see," chuckled the demon as he got to his feet.

"I don't run with a large cat," replied Castiel. He lunged forward but Alastair summoned a nearby meat hook telekinetically to his hands and brought the metallic hook in a slash, stabbing Castiel right through under the jaw and lodging itself inside his skull. The angel didn't feel pain or suffocate as his vessel's mouth was filled with blood but it weakened him enough to allow Alastair to overpower him and force him to his knees. The demon summoned another meat hook and used the other one to impale Castiel in the left knee and drove the metal rod with enough force not just through bone but the floor as well, pinning the angel. Castiel was trapped, unable to stand up and unable to even pull the hook stuck in his mouth. He tried to summon energy to melt the hooks and free himself.

Alastair started chanting Enochian and instantly, Castiel lost whatever energy he tried to muster. "You Celestials are roaches. I just can't kill anyone of you unless you're in Hell but at least I can get rid of you for a while," the demon stated before continuing his Enochian ritual.

Castiel could feel himself being ripped out of his vessel, his essence being banished back to Heaven. Then suddenly, an unseen force sent Alastair flying across the room. The demon landed hard but quickly recovered, confused by what just happened. Castiel couldn't believe it when a figure appeared in front of him, his elder sister Anna.

"Try getting rid of me," Anna challenged. Alastair charged at her but Anna easily blocked his attacks and grasped him by the neck, overpowering the demon with no effort. He might have been a match for Castiel but to Anna he was nothing. She punched him again and again, knocking out the demon's teeth. Castiel used the opportunity to rip both hooks out of him and slowly recover.

"That was for killing my parents you bastard!" Anna shouted. She threw him into a brick wall, hard enough that Alastair's was stuck in it. The demon opened his mouth and screamed, his smoke-like essence trying to escape. Before he could escape, Anna teleported in front of him and grasped the demon's form with her hand. She forcibly pushed the demon back inside of his host and grasped his mouth. Once again, she punched him over and over. Castiel had never seen Anna act like this before. His elder sister had always been so calm even in battle but this was a side of her he never thought existed. He didn't like what he was seeing either.

"Dean!" Castiel heard. He turned his head to see back in the previous room where the battle began Sam Winchester was checking on his fallen brother and he wasn't alone. Adriel rushed inside to check on a weakened Castiel.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Castiel didn't have time to answer when Adriel noticed Anna pummeling Alastair almost to a bloody pulp. She began chanting Enochian, sending a message.

"Wait," Castiel pleaded with her to stop but it was too late.

"Zird Eco Nokeya Abayra Raphael," Adriel chanted. The building began to shake as the windows began to light up. She had just summoned the archangel Raphael and he would tear this whole building apart to get to Anna.

Anna glanced up, hearing Raphael's approach. Using the distraction, Alastair once again expelled himself from his host and this time managed to escape. He vanished into the ground, escaping to Hell. Anna's ruthless aggression was changed by complete fear as she teleported away. The roof was ripped off and Raphael glanced down as them. Dean and Sam screamed in pain as they closed their eyes and held their hands to their ears.

"Anna and Alastair are gone Raphael. You're harming the Winchesters, please withdraw," Castiel called out.

"We will speak later," Raphael warned then disappeared. The storm that had been caused by his presence disappeared in an instant. Adriel teleported over to the Winchesters and touched them both on the shoulders, instantly healing whatever damage had been caused to their earlobes by the archangel's voice.

"What the hell was that?" snapped Sam as the Winchesters started to recover from the incident.

"The archangel Raphael," Adriel stated before returning to Castiel's side.

"Well tell him to turn down the stereo," grumbled Dean. The Winchesters turned and finally noticed the angel's injuries for the first time.

"Cas…you alright?" asked Dean.

"I will heal," Castiel assured them.

"I will take you to Heaven. You can heal faster there," Adriel said. She touched Castiel's shoulder and with her power aiding his own, he was able to teleport away.


Dean watched the two angels disappear and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Unbelievable," Sam sighed as he shook his head. "I'm starting to think we're better off working alone then with them," he added.

"Hard to argue," shrugged Dean.

"What about Alastair?" asked Sam.

"Gone. Anna almost had him until you and your girlfriend showed up," muttered Dean.

"Don't call her that," grumbled Sam. The two headed outside of the rubble and to the Impala. "So where to now?"

"I'm thinking Greybull," answered Dean as he opened the car's truck and lifted open the secret compartment containing their weapons.

"Weren't we just there?" frowned Sam.

"Yeah but…" Dean said, pulling out two pairs of fisticuffs and one of their tasers. He turned and fired the twin shock prongs right in Sam's chest. His younger brother was caught completely off guard as his body dropped to the ground convulsing. "…I have some unfinished business there."

Dean calmly strolled over his brother's body who was groaning in pain. "Do you feel that Sammy? You know what's that called? Pain and you two are about to become very acquainted," Dean told him. He kicked Sam in the head, knocking him out. Dean used both fisticuffs to bind Sam's hands behind his back and his legs together. He hauled his brother over his shoulder and carried him to the car trunk, dumping him inside. Slamming the trunk shut, Dean pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bela's number.

"Oh thank god Dean," answered a relieved Bela.

"Sammy filled you in on what happened?" asked Dean.

"Yes I heard what those bastards made you do. Are you alright?" asked Bela.

"I feel fine. In fact I feel better than ever," answered Dean.

"So…does this mean Alastair is dead?"

"Not but he's wounded and desperate. The angels are hunting him and he let something slip that something important is happening back in Greybull," said Dean.

"Greybull? But didn't the demons fail to kill the reapers there?" asked Bela.

"Yeah but the entire town is angel proofed. The demons got something cooked up there and I'm going to need your help along with Bobby's. You're still at his place right?"

"Actually I'm on my way with him to you. Sam told us where you were and I'm now riding shotgun with Bobby," answered Bela.

"Ahh you're so cute when you're worried me," Dean teased her.

"Dean are you sure you're okay? We…both know what happened back during those few months and I know this couldn't have been easier for you," Bela said.

"I'm fine Bela. Listen can you and Bobby head to Greybull? Me and Sammy are going to need some backup on this one," requested Dean.

"Done. Take care of yourself," said Bela.

"Can't wait to see you," Dean said before hanging up. He wasn't lying, he couldn't wait to see little Abigail again. The last time he got to play with her, the angels interrupted him but this time he would finish the job. Alastair had managed to unlock all those old memories inside of Dean just before his boxing match with Castiel. Now Dean had more than just the memories but the other part of him that was forged in pain and the fires of hell. The Dean made people scream and reveled in their suffering. Alastair's prized pupil was back and now he was flesh and blood. And he couldn't wait to see his favorite slab of meat again.

(Well now that I've completely freaked you all out, please leave a review.)