When they got back to the room, Castiel was with Dean, he seemed to be setting up some kind of ritual. He barely noticed when they came in.
"What's the scoop?" Kayla handed Dean his food.
"It's good news. Anna's here to kill Sam."
"Oh, well, great." She went to the table to see what Cas was doing. He moved around her as she watched, placing things in exact order.
"Why does she want to kill me? I thought we were good."
Cas shook his head. "Not anymore. She's working for them now, and she's trying to get rid of Lucifer's vessel."
"Shit, she can't be more original?" Sam complained.
Dean shrugged. "Nope, she's gone all Glenn Close."
"Who's Glenn Close?" Castiel looked up.
"No one. Just this psycho chick that likes to boil rabbits."
Sam wasn't even hungry anymore. He shoved his food back in the bag. "This plan to get rid of me, Lucifer's vessel, would that actually work? I mean, does killing me stop the devil?"
"Oh come on Sam."
"Really, Cas, does Anna have a point?"
He looked to Dean and answered with a quick, "No. She's uh…Glenn Close." He went back to finishing his drawing on the table.
Did Cas just lie? "What exactly are you doing?" Kayla reached out to touch one of the powders and he pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch that. I'm looking for Anna."
"Yeah I don't get that." Dean came over. "Why are we looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam? Isn't that like poking the bear?"
"Anna will keep trying, she won't give up until Sam is dead. So we kill her first." He motioned Kayla back and poured some liquid into the bowl before beginning an incantation. The bowl went up in a brief flame and he stumbled back. He used the chair for support.
"Cas?" Kayla set a hand on his shoulder, he looked like he was in pain. She was having a hard time believing how instant he was about this; killing a fellow angel used to be a huge deal to him. It was killing a family member.
He slowly opened his eyes. "I found Anna."
"Where?"
"Not where, when. 1978."
"What?" Sam stood. "Why 1978? I wasn't even born yet."
"And you won't be, if she kills your parents."
"What?" Both the brothers instantaneously jumped on board the train to killing the bitch, and quickly.
"Anna can't get to you, because of me. So she's going after them."
"Take us back right now." Dean demanded.
"And deliver you right to Anna. I should go alone."
"They're our parents Cas, we're going."
"It's not that easy."
"Why not?"
"Time travel wasn't easy, even with the powers of heaven at my disposal." He didn't like having to admit a weakness.
Sam grimaced. "Now you're cut off."
"So what, now you're a Delorean without enough plutonium?"
He looked to Dean, exasperated. "I don't understand that reference but I'm telling you, taking this trip with passengers no less, it'll weaken me."
Dean wasn't budging. "They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna, if we can set things right, we have to try."
He looked more than a little concerned about the idea. "Fine."
"Maybe I should stay." Kayla suggested. "If it's going to dangerous, if it's going to drain you…"
"It's not safe, you have to go."
"He's right." Cas agreed. "With the three of us in the past, you'd be left vulnerable to attack. The angels would see it as a window of opportunity."
So it was decided. They packed what they would need to find and kill Anna, and Castiel zapped them into 1978. Sam and Dean were dropped in the middle of the street and they quickly dodged traffic onto the sidewalk.
Sam looked around. "Did we make it?"
"Unless they're bringing Pinto's back, I'd say yes. Where's Kayla?"
"Over here." She was kneeling beside Cas, who was sitting against a parked car with a bloody nose. "Cas it's okay, you made it."
He nodded weakly. "It went better than I'd hoped." He coughed up a mouthful of blood and his head rolled to the side.
Sam quickly put his hand out. "He's breathing, barely."
"Alright you get to the phone booth, see if you can find mom and dad's address. We're gonna get him to the motel across the street and check him in. He probably just needs some rest." It was completely made up of course; he had no idea what an angel would need to recover from time travel.
They got him up under the shoulders and managed to get him to the motel. Kayla went up to the front desk. "I need a room…um, honeymoon suite, please."
The guy eyed them and grinned. "No problem sweetheart, how long?"
She glanced to Dean and he shrugged. "Five nights?"
"Five, wow." He wrote out a bill and handed it to her.
"Thank you." She dug through her bag for the cash. "The room is not to be disturbed, at all, for any reason."
The guy smirked. "Yeah don't sweat it. You wanna buy some dope?"
She laughed despite the situation. "No, thanks I'm good." She exchanged the money for the key and they brought him down to the room.
Dean pulled him onto the bed. "You think he'll be okay?"
"I don't know." She replied honestly. "I mean, he's breathing, he doesn't need like…food or anything, I'm sure he'll recover."
"I hope so. Let's go get Sam." He locked the door and closed it behind them. "I noticed he didn't drop you into the middle of the road."
"Well he likes me better."
They stepped outside and Sam was waiting for them. "He okay?"
"What do I look like, Dr. Quinn, angel whisperer? He'll be fine, he's you know…tough for a little nerdy guy with wings. You find them?"
"Yeah." He held up the address. "I found the Winchesters."
"Great, let's go drop in on the folks."