He was hoping that his retirement was going to be a little more relaxing, and touristy, but then again where had hope ever gotten him?
When his last companions died, he decided that he was going to isolate himself, and live out the years he had left by not interfering and trying his very best to feed the right dogs, and Not running more than a man his age ought to be.
His nose always ALWAYS got him into trouble. He could have just gone back inside, and gone somewhere else, but Noooooo he just HAD to investigate.
Now he had Cybermen (who were in a time period they had no right to be in by the way) on his tail, spewing some sort of foul black smoke from their eye sockets.
Even though he couldn't recall when he'd seen smoke like that, he knew he'd seen it before, and he knew for a fact that it wasn't a good thing. Maybe it was something in his instincts, or a memory from god knows when buried in his head, but whatever it was, it was telling him to find a place with a sturdy door and hole up until morning.
Unfortunately he was too far away to go home (where he would prefer) and places with six inch thick iron doors where in short supply, so the best he could do was find the closest motel room and hope for the best.
He didn't pay any attention to the room or the condition it was in. All he was concerned with was getting at least two doors between them, so that he'd have some time to think up a way out of this.
Once he got inside the bathroom, he locked the door and tried to catch his breath.
It was supposed to be better than this, he'd had enough of being hunted like an animal for a lifetime, actually, three, no four, lifetimes.
Why couldn't he just be left alone to die in peace?
It was surprisingly easy to break into the Expo. Dean had expected there to be more security measures than a couple of locked doors, especially considering the vast quantities of cutting edge technology just lying around inside. Although most of the vendors were smart enough to take their merchandise with them when they closed up for the night, there was still a couple of thousand dollars to be made off of what was left behind.
Dean was tempted to try on the display Neocomimi headset, just for kicks, but decided that he less fingerprints he left, the better.
Sam was working the EMF detector on the show floor, so Dean decided to scope out the storage room. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye, and turned with the barrel of his gun raised. Dean let out a strangled shout of surprise, and jumped back.
"We need to talk. NOW"
Dean narrowed his eyes, and turned his back on Castiel.
"If you haven't noticed, I'm busy." Dean said, and stuck his head around a corner.
Castiel grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face him.
"This is not a matter up for discussion" He growled at him.
"Alright alright, you don't have to do some sort of freaky Vulcan mind meld thing, let me just get Sammy and when can talk about this at the motel"
"I do not understand, what does a pagan god have to do with this?"
When they got to the motel it was surrounded by a crowd of cybermen.
"What are those things?"
"They are the reason why I was told to intervene" Castiel said, as the metal men continued to barrel straight at them. Castiel held one hand out, in an almost lazy gesture and touched it on the forehead. The abomination made a disturbingly human scream as the demon escaped through any available exit.
When the "robot" fell limply to the ground, the others stopped. Castiel didn't have to move, they just turned and walked away.
Castiel looked confused.
"They were not interested in you, but I thought-"
"I don't care, we can talk about this once we get inside, whatever these things are, their possessed, which means they can't get across salt lines"
Castiel stepped carefully over the salt lines and stiffened.
"Something wrong Cass?"
He turned his head towards the bathroom.
"We are not alone"