Ella was sitting by Oshea's bed in the hotel room, when Castiel suddenly appeared without warning, nearly causing her to fall out of the chair. "I did not mean to startle you, Ella." Castiel said quietly, his expression unreadable. Oshea sat up from the bed, turning toward the angel worriedly.

"Where is Dean?"

"He is safe. Do not worry," Castiel replied with a slow nod.

"This is taking a long time, when is he coming back?" Ella asked him.

"He will be back soon. He is doing a favor for the angels." Castiel explained. Oshea furrowed her brows.

"Why would he do something like that? Last time I checked they weren't exactly our biggest fans."

"That is not necessarily true. They are not fond of -you-." Castiel said with a small frown.

"We need to go get him. Something about this just doesn't feel right." Ella said with a worried frown.

Castiel hesitated only a moment before nodding. "I can take you to him." Sam came in through the door and started to speak before he saw Castiel.

"Cas, where is Dean?"

Castiel looked over his shoulder to him. "He is safe. I will take you all to him." He placed two fingers on Ella and Oshea's foreheads and they immediately vanished. He then turned to Sam and did the same thing, this time, though, Castiel disappeared with him.

The four of them appeared outside the door of the room Dean and Allastair were in. After taking a moment to see where she was, Ella peered into the small window and gasped. "Oh my god..." She pushed the door open and saw Dean being beaten to a bloody pulp by an older man. Allastair's new vessel.

Castiel's eyes widened as he moved passed her into the room, looking back at her briefly. "Go and find Joel and stay with him," He said to them as he rushed into the room, curling his fingers into a fist and punching Allastair in the face.

Allastair stumbled back for a moment, but quickly regained his balance. He effortlessly swung his fist, sending Castiel flying backwards into the room He moved back to Dean, wrapping a hand around his neck and brutally punching him with the other fist.

Ella's feet seemed to be glued to the cement floor as she watched the fight, but she forced herself to run from the room, calling out Joel's name.

Castiel crashed against the wall, scattering debris onto the floor. Pushing himself up and brushing the dust from his trench coat, he strode purposefully over to Allastair, striking him violently again. When he dropped Dean and turned toward Castiel, the angel scooped up a knife from the table of torture implements. He reared back and stabbed him in the chest.

Sam rushed away with Ella, his brows furrowing as Joel did not answer her. "I don't like this," he said lowly. He came to an abrupt stop however, when they came across a body laying limply on the floor.

Ella let out a quiet gasp as she looked down at the empty, dead vessel laying on the ground. She and Sam exchanged glances and then ran back to the room the others were in. "He's dead!"

When they stepped back into the room, they found Castiel standing off to one side, his face and clothing bloodied. Oshea was standing in the room, one hand stretched toward Allastair, who was pinned to the wall. Castiel looked to Sam and Ella as they spoke and his brows furrowed. "Joel is dead?" Oshea narrowed her eyes at Allastair.

"Who is killing the angels?"

Allastair chuckled. "You think I'm going to tell you?"

"Yeah, I really think you will," Oshea said, narrowing her eyes as she curled her fingers inward as she concentrated harder.

Allastair's eyes rolled back, turning white as he started making choking noises. "I.. don't… know," he gasped.

"Fine, then you are of no further use to us." Oshea said with a little smirk. "I learned a new trick, Allastair. I can do more than just send you to Hell. Now I can kill."

"I said I don't… know!" He choked out again, his eyes switching back and forth between white and normal. "It's not us!"

Oshea nodded, "Fine then. I'm still going to kill you and enjoy every minute of it." She said with a tiny smile.

"It's not.. us!" He said again, gasping for air. "The demons are.. not doing it!"

Oshea concentrated harder. "Still going to kill you," She said lowly.

"The demons… are not behind this!" He said, gritting his teeth.

Oshea relaxed her hand and let it fall to her side, panting slightly.

"We wouldn't kill seven angels…" he said with a biter chuckle. "We'd kill a hundred… a thousand." He grinned widely, shaking his head.

Oshea narrowed her eyes. "You won't get the chance." She said, lifting her hand again and clenching her fist tightly.

His eyes rolled back quickly, immediately turning white and growing wide as he cried out, a bright light lit up his body. When it stopped, his eyes returned to normal, and he slid limply down the brick wall. Oshea let her hand fall to her side again and panted heavily. Castiel lifted a hand, brushing a little blood from his face as he stepped passed Ella and Sam. "Stay here… I need to find Uriel." He said quietly.

Oshea walked over to Dean, kneeling down beside of him.

"I'll be right back," Ella said to them, starting to walk from the room. Sam looked up and shook his head.

"Ella, Castiel said to stay here, if Joel is dead then you're unprotected."

"I'll be fine, Sam. Just help Oshea get Dean out of here. He needs a hospital," She said, nodding over at Dean before she quickly departed from the room. Sam watched her a moment before sighing and turning to Dean. He leaned down and pulled one of Dean's arms around his shoulders, helping him to his feet.

"Oshea, call an ambulance."

Oshea nodded, pulling out her cell phone and dialing the number as they stepped from the building.

Castiel paced slowly in the small room. "Uriel… Uriel I need to speak with you."

Uriel appeared behind Castiel. "Yes, Castiel?"

Castiel turned and looked to him. "Uriel…," He began slowly. "I made that Devil's Trap myself. There is no way that Allastair could have broken free from it."

"Allastair was simply more powerful than we imagined," Uriel said with a shrug.

"Joel is dead, Uriel…," He said quietly. "Could you explain to me how Allastair or any other demon could have killed him without us knowing?"

Uriel sighed. "You want to know the truth?" He said, beginning to pace around him.

Castiel looked up at him. "Yes."

Uriel nodded. "The truth," he stopped pacing and stood in front of Castiel. "is that only angels, can kill other angels," as the words left his lips, the silver archangel sword slid from the arm of his suit and fell into his palm.

Castiel remained expressionless as he saw the blade glistening in Uriel's hand. "It was you," He said quietly. "You killed him... did you kill the others as well?" He looked up from the weapon and stared at Uriel. "Why, brother?"

"I only killed the ones that said no to joining me, which I hope you will. We have known each other a very long time," Uriel replied.

"Joining you?" Castiel said with a frown. "What are you talking about?"

"To raise our brother, Castiel. This cannot continue any longer, these orders from an unknowable god... we have to take action."

Castiel's eyes widened. "How could you say that? What you're speaking of... its treason, Uriel..."

"Call it what you want, Castiel. I have no other choice, I will not stand here any longer and answer to them. So will you join me? Will you be unafraid, and help me raise our brother?"

"For the first time... in a long time... I am unafraid." Castiel said. He looked into his brother's eyes, searching them a moment before his expression hardened. He shifted, rearing back and punching Uriel square in the face.

Uriel quickly responded by returning the punch. The punch took Castiel by surprise and Uriel continued to pound him in the face until blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. "There is no will, no wrath. No God," Uriel said with a shake of his head, before gasping as a silver blade was rammed through the back of his throat.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ella said, and then pulled the weapon from his throat. A bright light lit up the room before fading quickly as Uriel fell to the ground, a pair of black wings appearing on the concrete floor under him.

Castiel panted softly, staring weakly at his brother's body for a moment. He rose to his feet, glancing to Ella. "Thank you," He whispered. He looked down at Uriel's vessel's lifeless form then glanced toward Joel's body, shaking his head sadly. "You might do well to keep that," He said, gesturing toward the angelic blade. "Come... lets go join the others."

"No problem," Ella replied, and nodded, following Castiel out of the building. "They went to the hospital, we'd better meet them there."

Castiel and Ella appeared in the quiet, sterile hallway of the hospital. Castiel's coat fluttered out behind him as he walked with Ella to the room he knew was Dean's. He paused, staring into the glass window that looked into the room. Oshea was sitting beside Dean's bed in a chair, holding onto his hand and speaking quietly to him. Sam was standing at the other end of the room, his eyes faintly narrowed. He looked up and his face grew dark as he saw Castiel. He strode from the room and grabbed the collar of Castiel's suit, shoving him violently against the wall. Castiel did not flinch, and Sam growled. "You get in there and fix him... NOW. It's your fault that he's in there you and the rest of your kind. Why is it that we have to clean up all of your messes? Fix up all your problems? You're angels! We're not as indestructible as you. He could have DIED!"

Ella grabbed Sam's arm and tugged, trying to pull him back. "Let go of him, Sam! It isn't his fault, he had nothing to do with this. Uriel broke the Devil's Trap, he's been against us the whole time. He let Allastair out, he killed Joel, and he would have killed Castiel if I hadn't stopped him."

Sam glanced to Ella with a little frown then looked back to Castiel, releasing him slowly. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Please, Cas... can you help him...?"

Castiel shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Sam looked up at him, shaking his head. "Some angel..." He grumbled under his breath, shoving the door to the room back open and letting it close behind him.

Ella sighed and turned back to Cas to say something, but the space where he had been standing was empty. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair as she walked to the vending and coffee machines.