"Castiël... The ruse seems to be working." Balthazar greeted Cas. "A little too wel, if you ask me." Cas replied gruffly. "Pardon?" the blonde angel reacted. "What did you do, Balthazar?" Downing a flute of champagne, Balthazar shrugged. "What you asked me to, brother dearest. I gave the Winchesters the key, and sent them away." Cas paced the boudoir-like room. "Sent them away... How? Did you just fly them off?" Balthazar chuckled. "EW, no! I'm no taxi service!" Cas posed himself in front of the lanky angel. "What did you do?" he spat, his cerulean eyes sparking with anger. "Just a tiny little relocation spell." Cas threw his hands up. "You switched them. You threw them into another Universe, and pulled their counterparts to ours. Those poor men are helpless here. They got rid of a ghost, but purely by chance."
"And that is my problem, how?" Balthazar asked haughtily. "Because Raphael has sent Virgil after them! Who knows how much damage he will do in that Universe! Killing innocents, who have absolutely nothing to do with our war, torturing our counterparts, who, as I understand it, are mere humans. This whole thing is a mess, Balthazar, and you made it. Correct it, if you please." Balthazar sighed as if Cas had asked him for the moon. "Fine, but if Raphy has intervened, we will have to wait until he makes a move. When he does, I can get your precious little hunterbuddies back, and I'll even clean up. Just don't expect me to hoover."
"I don't expect anything of the kind, Balthazar. Just repair the damage done." Cas said with a confused tilt of the head. "I will. I'll keep tabs on our big brother, see if and when he makes a move. You keep the substitute Winchesters on the alert. They might have to move on a moments notice, and I'm not able to wait up for them." Cas nodded. "I will tell them to stay on their guard. We'll be in contact." Balthazar poured another glass of champagne, said: "Yeah... Bye Cas." and waved in a lackluster way. Cas rolled his eyes and flew off.