Amy hadn't mentioned the discovery of the dungeon to anyone, as she hadn't been able to find the right moment to ask. She wasn't even entirely sure how to phrase the question. How did one ask their new acquaintances if they had kept something from Hell in their dungeon? Just thinking the word made her skin crawl and she shuddered lightly. Hell, it was an abomination, and so were all the things that came from it. Wicked, cruel things that caused nothing but misery and death wherever they went. Shaking her head, she trotted contently through the halls from her bedroom to the reading room.

"Are we leaving soon?" She jumped as Castiel suddenly appeared in front of her with a sharp stare. "Leaving to where."

"Easy Cas, she's just coming with us on a food run." Castiel turned around to face Dean, who was busy cleaning out his guns. "We're leaving as soon as I'm done with this."

"I do not think this is a wise decision."

"Your face isn't a wise decision." Castiel blinked in confusion and looked over at Amy with a frown, who shrugged with her hands held up and eyebrows raised. She had no clue what Dean meant with that comment.

"Come on Cas" Sam grinned as he stood leaning against the doorframe. "It's just a food run, not a hunt."

"I still believe it to be an unwise decision." Amy looked up at Castiel with a smile. "Come with us, then! That will allow you to keep an eye on me." Sam looked over at the angel, who seemed to think about it. It was better than leaving Sam and Dean in charge of her on their own. They were capable, but it was a risk he was not willing to take. He still had to locate more unicorns, to be able to ensure the species' survival.

"Alright. But just, a food run, nothing more."

"We'll have to have lunch at some point, but yeah, nothing more." Dean assured his friend, who disappeared with a nod. Amy hopped up to sit on the table, idly picking up one of the gun pieces to examine it, with Dean casting concerned glances. Not that she could manage to break it or harm anyone with it, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

"Dean, hurry your ass up or we're never going to get there." Sam tossed the jacket to his brother, which flopped over his head as he failed to catch it. Grunting, he pulled it off his head. "Alright, just let me put this together."

Castiel was already sitting in the car once they got outside, waiting for them to arrive. The angel had seemed to become more partial to joined travels, as while it took longer for him to get there, he wouldn't have to wait so awfully long for them to arrive. Amy walked around the car to the driver's side, which was where Castiel was sitting. Leaning down as she opened the door, she smiled at him.

"You're in my spot." That got a chuckle out of the angel as he scooted over to the passengers' side of the back seat, holding up a finger. "I understood that reference."

Amy just grinned as he flopped herself into the car, sliding down to press her legs against the back of the front seat. It didn't look even slightly comfortable to the angel, who frowned at her way of sitting. Looking at the seat in front of him, he slowly slid down, awkwardly putting his legs against it to mimic the way she sat. Grunting softly, he kept shifting, trying to find a way to remain comfortable.

"How can this be your preferred position? It is anything but comfortable." Amy only now realized what the other was up to and she blinked at him before laughing amusedly. He looked almost as though he had been shoved into an invisible basket with the way he was curled up. He even seemed to have trouble getting out of said position, accidentally kneeing Sam in the back of his head.

"Hey!" The long haired brother rubbed his head, glaring back at Castiel who had only just managed to straighten out. "Forgive me. Clearly, unicorns are more flexible than human vessels." There was a strain in his voice, almost as though he had been working out. Sam glanced over at Amy with a frown before looking back at Castiel, only to turn back around.

"Well don't try to copy her, then."

It was an uneventful drive to the nearest town. They all got to the grocery store with nothing remarkable happening, besides Amy being somewhat unsure about using the revolving doors. Her insecurity forced them to open the fire escape door next to them, usually only used when the revolving doors weren't working, in order to get her to come inside. Castiel assured her that his first experience with revolving doors as a human had been much more unfortunate as well as inconvenient than hers.

Sam and Dean split up as they went into the store, despite Castiel insisting that it would be wiser to stay in a group, in case there was an unexpected attack. The angel had been more concerned about such things lately, but it was no wonder. There was a war going on between angels, and right now they were walking around in the open with a nuke and a deserter.

Once they had bought what they needed, they headed back outside. It was a bit of a walk to the car as it was a busy day in the town, and all the parking near the store had been taken. Amy was proudly holding a bag of fruit and pastries to her chest, happy that she had been allowed to buy whatever she liked, as long as it only took up the space of one small bag. Of course, she had filled that bag to the brim, and the plastic was even beginning to tear in some places. As they walked, it suddenly felt like time slowed down, and she blinked slowly. In the crowd, there was a young man walking towards them. His hair was so lightly blonde that it bordered on being white, and his skin was just as fair, the only plague of his skin being dark, reddish bags under his eyes. The clothes he wore were much like what any other human male would wear, a white t-shirt with an open, sky blue plaid shirt. He wore regular black jeans and white sneakers, nothing remarkable at all. She felt unable to look away even as the male turned his head to smile at her as he came closer. Everything felt so slow, even the lack of air, the inability for not only her but also the angel in front to breathe. Castiel reached to grasp his own throat as he nearly collapsed, Amy feeling her knees grow weak as she desperately tried to suck in air. It was as though their lungs had stopped, filled with concrete, but as the man passed them by in the crowd, they both gasped loudly.

"What is going on?! Cas, Cas! You okay?" Castiel was gasping for air, still crouched over as Dean put a hand on his shoulder with a concerned scowl. Lifting his head, he looked up at Dean before glancing back at Amy only to look up at Dean again, straightening up. "Yes, I am fine. I, do not however know what happened." Amy had a bewildered look in her eyes as she was basically hyperventilating, her grip on the bag so tight that her fingers sank through the soft plastic. It took Sam shaking her with a firm grip on her shoulders to snap her out of it, and she jumped.

"Ah! What?" She looked much like a deer caught in headlights, looking from one to the other to the third with flickering eyes.

"What the heck happened? Did you do something?"

"What? Me? No! Why would I make myself unable to breathe, that's just stupid." Dean heaved a sigh and shook his head. "Whatever, it's over. Let's get back to the car, we'll get lunch on the way home."

"So we've got no idea what happened." Amy shook her head with a slight frown. "I haven't got a clue."

"So no one did anything? No one did anything strange that you saw?" This got her thinking. The young man had done nothing but smile at her as he walked past them. "Does smiling count as strange?" Dean rolled his eyes and opened up his box of Chinese takeout, digging into it with a fork.

"Smiling doesn't count as strange, no. In human terms it might be strange, but not in monster terms." He scooped up some noodles into his mouth to chew contently. Sam didn't seem as convinced, however.

"I don't know, Dean. We've met plenty of subtle monsters before." Castiel hadn't said a word since they got back. He was leaning against the massive pillar, watching a chair intensely with his chin resting against his fist. It didn't make any sense. He as an angel wasn't technically required to breathe, and while he was in a human vessel, a temporary lack of air should not have weakened him to the point that it had. It had almost felt like being pierced with an angel blade, without the pain, just the sheer terror of ceasing to exist, the inability to do anything about it. He had never heard of a monster that could do that to angels, and this had done it to a unicorn as well.

"If something did this, it is safe to assume that it was not a regular monster." Dean frowned as he looked over at Castiel. "So what, we've got another pagan God on our hands or something?" He shook his head in a slow motion, looking down at the floor in thought.

"I do not think so."

"Kali the Destroyer, maybe? Or something like her?" Sam suggested, fork in hand as he was trying to enjoy his meal. "They're more powerful than pagan Gods, aren't they?" Heaving a sigh, the angel shook his head yet again. "It would make no sense for them to do something like that. Besides, I am fairly sure we all would recognize Kali." Amy put up her hand.

"I wouldn't?" Castiel sucked in a breath.

"Almost, all of us."