The demons had just opened their mouth to speak when the lights began to flicker. The building shook and a bright light shone through the windows as a high pitched screeching tore through the building. The demons' smug smiles vanished as their eyes widened and they started to flee the room. The Winchesters shielded their ears and eyes. When the light cleared and the screeching ceased, the brothers found the demons sprawled on the floor and a handsome young man with shaggy black hair was freeing the woman tied to the chair. The young man looked up with a tiny smile. "Hello, Dean... you miss me?"
"That depends, who are you?"
"Come on, Dean." He said with a little chuckle. "I may not look like a Jonas brother anymore, but it's still me. New and improved." He straightened as he finished untying the woman from the chair. "I'm
Joel. The archangel."
Dean arched a brow. "Uh, you mean the dead one?"
"Well I was dead." Joel said with a frown, crossing his arms over his chest. "Uriel killed me. It wasn't very fun either, let me tell you. But, I was brought back and promoted. I'm an archangel now." He said with a smile. "And I got an older looking vessel. Though I still look younger than you grandpas." He grinned. "When I was sent here to take care of a seal, I had no idea that it was you both I was coming to
help. Even archangels can't see you guys with the branding still on your ribs."
Dean nodded. "So what do we do about..." He trailed off as he nodded his head over at the flickering banshee. "That?"
Joel turned and looked at the banshee, his brows furrowing. "Well... you don't have to do anything." He said quietly, turning back to them. "The banshee won't harm the people of this family. It will remain with them..." His voice trailed off and he looked between them a moment. "Ella... Ella.. is dead?"
Dean nodded, looking away. "Oshea too. It was... very recent." He cleared his throat after a moment, looking back to Joel.
Joel looked a little pained at the news. He lowered his eyes. "Oh... I am sorry." After a moment, he lifted his eyes and offered them a small smile. "Your work here is done. You should go back to hotel and get some rest."
Dean nodded. "Guess it's a good thing you popped in when you did. We're staying at the Summer Ridge Inn in case you need to find us. Room 302."
"Thank you, Dean. I will finish up here and come find you there. We have a lot of work ahead of us if we are going to stop the demons from breaking anymore seals."
"Oh joy," Dean muttered sarcastically as he and Sam walked from the house back to the Impala, grabbing the shotgun that the demon had snatched from Sam before, and then they drove back to the motel to give Bobby Singer a call.