Inside yet another abandoned building, Sam was unwrapping the piece of clay they'd stolen from Dick. "That's a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego," Dean said, bringing his tool box over. "Yeah. Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that," Sam replied. Dean took out a mallet, handing Sam a pair of safety glasses and donning a pair himself. Mack was watching curiously from the other side of the room. "Alright," Dean hit the clay once. Outside, thunder clapped. He hit it a second time, and there was once again an answering thunder clap accompanied by lightning. Dean paused.

"That sound like somebody saying, 'No, wait- stop' to you?" he looked over at Sam. "Uh… Yeah. Yeah." Dean nodded. "Yeah," he shrugged. "Oh, well." He went back to hitting the clay, the storm getting worse outside with each strike. Finally, he lifted an inscribed stone tablet from the clay casing.

"... at a loss to explain the continent-wide storm system that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, blanketing a good part of the nation in freak lightning displays," a reporter on the news was saying on Sam's laptop. "Here with Dr. Marion Price of the U.S. Meteorological Survey at a press conference earlier today." Dean woke up on the floor, checking on his daughter before heading into the bathroom. "Baffled?" Dr. Price scoffed on screen. "No, I'm not baffled. Frankly, I'm offended. This is not the way weather behaves."

Sam snorted as the reporter continued. "Power outages and related damages to electronic equipment have been reported as far east as Cape Cod..." Inside the bathroom, a metal cup moved near Dean. "Bobby?" he called out hesitantly. "Bobby, that you?"

"Think so," Sam held up a flashing EMF meter. "But that whole adventure at Roman's seems to have drained his batteries." Dean frowned, nodding at the computer, "So, what? We start the storm heard 'round the world?" He walked out of the bathroom. "When we broke this thing," Sam tapped the tablet, "open last night, every maternity ward within a hundred-mile radius got slammed. Looks like any woman in the last month of her pregnancy went into labor."

"Mm," Dean picked up the tablet. "This one goes out to all the ladies. So, heavyweight signs, omens- what do we got?" Sam shrugged, "I assume it's writing. But I've never seen anything like it, ever. And it doesn't match anything in any book or online." While he talked, Mack woke up, completely ignoring her father and uncle. "Alright, so big daddy chomper lands here, he grabs himself some Dick… and then he starts secretly underwriting university departments, pouring money into digs- all for this. Why?"

"No clue. We do know that he will be tearing new ones until he gets it back, though. Look, we take a minute, hole up somewhere safe, find out what we got." Mack's voice startled them both. "Again?" Dean looked over at his daughter guiltily. "I know you don't like it, bug, but-" he started. "Whatever," she cut him off, rolling her eyes. "I'll go pack my stuff. Tell me when we're leaving." She stomped off, and Dean's shoulders slumped. "At least she's talking again," Sam tried to cheer him up. "Yeah… So, Rufus' cabin, then?" Dean asked, turning back to face him. "Yeah."

"This time, I'm doing the shopping." Sam's phone rang. "It's Meg," he commented, answering it. "What?" Dean half-listened to Sam's side of the conversation, looking back at where Mack disappeared off to. He knew they were moving around a lot more than she was used to. Usually when she was on the road with them, they only made one stop at a motel before taking care of whatever they were hunting. And then she would spend some time at Grandpa Bobby's house in between. She wasn't used to staying on the road so long and switching places so frequently.

"What?" Sam asked, then snapped his fingers to get Dean's attention. "Cas is awake." Dean immediately perked up. "When?" Sam put the phone on speaker, holding it out for Dean to take. "When?" he repeated. "Last night about eight," Meg replied. "And you waited 'til now to call us?" Meg knew the tantrum Mack had thrown on the way out the door when they left her there with Cas. She knew Dean was anxious for word on the angel's condition changing… and she'd waited nearly twelve hours to call them about Cas waking up?

"I've been busy with Cas," Meg defended herself. "He's just a tad different than when he dozed off, okay?" Dean frowned. "What do you mean, different?" He could practically see Meg rolling her eyes as she answered him sarcastically. "Hey, Seacrest- not a nurse. Just playing one on TV. Want answers? Start driving." Meg hung up on them. "Great," Sam said. "So, Indiana?" Dean nodded, "Yeah. Eight o'clock last night." Sam nodded at the tablet, "Same time we opened that thing." Dean nodded, "Yeah… I'll go tell Mack."

Mack was practically skipping down the hall of the psych ward as she made her way toward Cas' room with Sam and Dean. "Mack, slow down," Dean chastised, then lowered his voice, addressing Sam. "We raced all the way here, and now I don't know. I can't say I'm as fired up to see what's left of the guy as Mack is." Sam nodded in agreement. "You think he remembers at all?" Dean swallowed, nodding. "That, and I'm guessing whatever kind of Hell baggage he lifted off of your plate. It's not gonna be pretty. Mckinley Grace, slow down!" Mack didn't listen, practically running into one of the orderlies. "Hey," the orderly stopped her, then looked at Sam and Dean. "Excuse me, gentlemen, miss, but it's way past visiting hours."

"It's okay, Abel," Meg said, coming up next to the orderly. "I've been expecting them. Hello, boys." She turned on her heel, leading them further down the hall to Cas' room. Mack stayed closer to Dean's side that time, suddenly shy around the demoness. Cas was positioned by the window, staring out. "Hey, Cas," Dean was the first to speak. Cas turned to face them, grinning. "Hello, Dean. Sam," he greeted them. His eyes widened a little when he looked at Mack, but the expression was gone so quickly it was like it never changed. "Hey, Castiel," Sam returned. Mack was quiet, staring at the angel with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. After her earlier excitement, it was weird she was hesitant now. "Look at you, walkin' and talkin'," Dean smirked a little. "That's- that's great, right?"

Cas wore a white hospital shirt and pants underneath his trench coat. The shoes on his feet were just a bit too big for him. Cas walked over to them, holding out his finger. "Pull my finger," he instructed. Dean blinked. "What?" Cas insisted. "My finger- pull it." Hesitantly, Dean reached out, complying with his request. There was a crash, and the lights went out, the window and light fixture shattering. Cas laughed as Meg turned on a lamp. Mack looked up at the shattered light as Dean frowned.

"Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second." Sam furrowed his brow, "So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are." Cas nodded. "Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add." Sam muttered quietly to himself, "You might want to add a little Thorazine." Meg heard him. "Right? He's been the little naked guy at the rave ever since he woke up. Totally useless." Her voice drew Cas' attention. "Would you look at her? My caretaker. All that thorny pain. So beautiful." Dean gaped.

"We've been over this," Meg grumbled. "I don't like poetry. Put up or shut up." Sam noticed Dean's expression, trying to diffuse the situation. "Okay. So, Cas, you said you woke up last night?" The angel nodded. "Yes. I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well, you wouldn't have heard it unless you were an angel at the time." Sam unzipped his backpack, handing the stone tablet to Cas. "That's also when we opened this." Cas stared down at the tablet in his hands. "Oh. Of course. Now I understand."

"Understand what?"

"You were the ones," Cas continued vaguely. "Well… I guess that makes sense." Dean clenched his jaw in frustration. "What makes sense?" he asked. "If someone was going to end up freeing the Word from the vault of the Earth, it would end up being you three. Oh, I love you guys." Mack ducked back by Meg before she could get caught in the hug Cas suddenly enveloped her father and uncle in. The demoness was eyeing her strangely, but Mack gave her a warning look that went unnoticed by the others. "Oh. Uck. Okay. Alright. Okay." Sam patted Cas on the back briefly and he released them. "Yeah, yeah. You- you said something about 'the Word'. Is that what's written on there?"

"Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft?" Cas asked, leaning close to Dean. "I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that." Dean was gaping at him as Meg tried and failed to hide her laughter over by the wall. "Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay?" he reminded the angel. "We need your help. Can you not see that?" Cas looked back down at the tablet. "This is the handwriting of Metatron."

"Metatron?" Sam echoed. "You saying a Transformer wrote that?" Dean turned to his brother. "No. That's Megatron," he corrected. "What?" Sam asked. "The Transformer- it's Megatron." Sam blinked. "What?" Cas continued before the brothers could continue the argument. "Metatron. He's an angel. He's the Scribe of God. He took down dictation when creation was being formed." Sam gestured to the tablet," And that's the Word of God?"

"One of them, yes," Cas nodded. "Uh… Well, what's it say, then?" Cas looked at the tablet. "Uh… 'Tree'," he looked up. "'Horse'? 'Fiddler Crab'? I can't read it. It wasn't meant for angels." Meg decided to pipe up again. "Okay, this all sounds bad. What are you two jackasses doing with the Word of God? Let me see that thing."

"Back off, Meg," Dean snapped at her. "Come on, it's my ass, too," she protested. "Back off," he repeated. "Damn it! Enough of this 'demons are second-class citizens' crap!"

"Don't like conflict." There was a flutter of wings and suddenly the tablet was in three pieces on the floor, no angel in sight. Unnoticed to the adults, Mack let out a little breath of relief, her shoulders relaxing. "Uh…" Sam blinked. "What the hell was that?" Dean asked. "You heard him. He doesn't like conflict," Meg replied. "He's down in the dayroom now. I guarantee it." Dean nodded, "Alright, I'll go handle Cas. Sam, will you please pick up the Word of God?"

"Yeah."

Dean exited the room as Sam walked over, picking up each of the pieces and putting them back in his backpack. "What are you guys caught up in now?" Meg asked. Sam didn't grace her with a response, zipping up the backpack. "Okay, fine. I'll hit the road, then. Let me just go get the angel." Meg exited the room and Sam hurried after her, leaving the bag and Mack alone in the room. She took a few steps toward the bag, then stopped. A boy a couple years older than her had somehow managed to climb in through the window and was also making his way toward the bag. "Who are you?" she asked. "Who are you?" he countered.

"I asked you first."

"I don't have time for this." The boy grabbed the bag, climbing back through the window. "Wait! Stop!" Mack cried. Her shout was heard by her uncle and Meg, both of them coming back in to see her standing by the broken window. They rushed over, looking out as well. The boy, now clutching the backpack tight against his body, was running off, pausing by the corner of the building. "Stay here," Sam ordered. Using the same rope and exit as the boy, he climbed down and took off after the boy. "Hey!" he yelled. The boy was zig-zagging across the front lawn to avoid Sam. "No, stop! Leave me alone! Aah!" the boy cried. Meg put out an arm, knocking the boy to the ground.

"Not a demon or a chomper. What the hell are you?" she asked. "I'm a… Kevin Tran. I'm in advanced placement. P-please don't kill me," he blubbered. "I'm not gonna kill you," Sam answered. He hauled Kevin to his feet, trying to take the bag from him, but Kevin wouldn't let go. "I'm sorry," Kevin apologized. "I-I'm sorry. I… I don't- I don't know why, but I can't let go of this."

In the dayroom, Dean walked over to stand in front of Cas at a table. "You realize you just broke God's Word?" he asked. Cas looked away, and Dean took a seat across from him. "It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, huh?" Cas swallowed. "Well it took… everything to get me here," he answered. "What are you talking about, man?" The angel looked at him. "Dean, I know you want different answers."

"No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. Do you remember what you did?" Cas held up the game board 'Sorry!', shaking it so the game was fully set up on the table between him and Dean. He set the empty box aside. "Do you want to go first?" he asked. After a pause, Dean picked up a card, starting the game. As they played, Cas talked. "You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I," Dean moved a piece on the board, "was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was… just amazing. In perfect tune," Cas picked up a card, "with the spheres. But in the end it was you- the," he moved a game piece, "homo sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants."

"Cas, where can we find this, uh, Metatron? Is he still alive?" Dean tried asking. "I'm sorry. I- I think you have to go back to start," Cas apologized to him. Dean moved his marker accordingly. "This is important," he insisted. Cas gestured for him to take another card. He did, moving the game piece once more. "I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that?" Cas picked up another card. "We live in a 'sorry' universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from… your misfortune?" Cas put down his game piece and Dean moved his back to start. "But these are the rules. I didn't make them."

"You made some of them," Dean pointed out. "When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole in the wall." Cas looked at him. "Dean… it's your move." Dean pounded his fist on the table, swiping the board to the floor. "Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas!" Cas shrunk in his seat, looking down apologetically. "I'm sorry, Dean," he murmured. "No, you're playing 'Sorry!'" Dean growled. Cas got out of his seat, beginning to clean up the game Dean had made a mess with. Then, he froze, looking up at Dean. "What?" Dean asked. "Sam. He's talking to angels."

"Go."

Cas disappeared without another word. Leaving the spilled game laying on the floor, Dean rushed out the door, hurrying back to the room as quickly as he could. He moved quietly, careful not to disturb whatever conversation was happening within. Taking out a pocket knife, he cut his palm, making quick work of drawing a banishing sigil on the wall outside the door. Cas was rambling about getting another light so they could pull his finger again. "You're insane," the female told him. "Hey," Dean got their attention once he'd finished. "Heads up, sunshine." He put his hand to the banishing sigil, making the three angels plus Cas vanish in a flash of light. "All angels back to their corners. We got like three, four hours tops."

Sam pointed to the angel blade Meg was holding. "Meg, where did you get that?" She shrugged. "A lot of angels died this year." Kevin started yelling on the bed. "What's happening?! What's happening?!" Dean pointed at him, "What is that?" Sam shifted in place. "It's, uh… Kevin Tran. He's, uh, in advanced placement."

Turned out, Kevin was a prophet who could read the Word of God. He was also missing and the case had gone federal, so they were officially kidnappers. Mack was asleep between Sam and Dean in front while Meg and the sleeping Kevin sat in the back. The prophet jerked awake, glancing at the demoness beside him. "Oh, God," he groaned. "What?" she asked. "Nothing. Nothing. Just… my life… my future…" Meg's phone rang, "... my girlfriend… my mom's car." Meg answered the phone, tuning Kevin out.

"Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's me," she said. "Cas?" Dean glanced at her in the rearview. "Where? Where is he?" Meg glared at him, "Shut up. No. No, Cas. You talk… Perth?" Dean was still dividing his attention between the road and what Meg was saying. "Perth?" he echoed. "As in Australia?"

"What dogs?" Meg asked, then addressed the brothers. "He says he's surrounded by unhappy dogs." She listened to Cas speak for a few moments. "Oh, okay. He's at a dog track in Perth… Yeah, they're unhappy because the rabbit's fake. Listen, we're on highway 94, north of St. Cloud, Minnesota, just passing mile marker 79." With a flutter of wings, Cas appeared in the backseat between Meg and Kevin. "Aah!" Kevin screamed. "Kevin, this is Castiel," Meg introduced them. Kevin's scream had woken up Mack, who groaned, sitting up between her father and uncle and rubbing her eyes. "You're one of the angels?" Kevin asked.

Cas reached out, touching the tip of Kevin's nose. "Boop," he turned back to Meg. "Meg, are you hurt?" She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. You're making your boyfriend jealous." Cas looked at the front seat, as if suddenly remembering Dean. The driver was white knuckling the steering wheel and scowling. "Cas, what happened back there?" he asked with forced calm. "Who were those guys?" Cas' eyes lingered on Mack for a moment and then looked away before anyone could question it. "They're from my Garrison- my old Garrison. Looks like Hester's taken over. We were assigned to watch the Earth. Often, it was boring. The wars were very boring and the sex- you know, the repetition. Anyway, I was, uh… I was their captain. Isn't that strange?"

"Cas, why are they pissed at us now?" Sam asked. Cas had gone back to talking to Meg. "You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals." Dean's hands tightened even more on the steering wheel. "Cas, don't make me pull this car over!" he snapped. "Why are the angels after us?" Cas blinked up at him. "Are you angry? Why are you angry? Did Meg tell you about Mckinley?" The entire car fell deadly silent. "What?" Dean hissed in a whisper. "I take it that's a no…"

"Did Meg tell me what about Mckinley?" Dean demanded. "Dean, maybe you should pull over," Sam suggested. Dean did so, twisting around in his seat as soon as they were parked to glare at the angel. "Did Meg tell me what about Mckinley?" Cas shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "W-well, she… she…" he stammered. "She's a chomper," Meg cut in. Sam and Dean both froze, looking down at the girl in between them. "Well… that didn't last as long as I thought," she muttered. Before their eyes, she morphed into a mousy looking man with blond hair and pale blue eyes. "Hey, fellas," he grinned.

"Where the hell is my daughter?" Dean hissed. "Oh, she's safe," the Leviathan assured him. "Dick's got her. You know, you really shouldn't have left her unsupervised in the van while you went in to save that computer nerd. Made it way too easy to swap places with her." Dean was fuming. How had he not noticed? You'd think he would know his own child. But, no, they'd been driving around since Chicago with a Leviathan and his daughter had been kidnapped again. "So, here's the deal," the Leviathan said. "You're going to let me leave here with the prophet and that tablet unharmed, or I make a phone call to Dick and your precious kid is dead meat."

"You're bluffing," Dean said. "None of you dickheads can hurt her. You're too obsessed with keeping her safe." He hated himself for saying it, but it was true. The Leviathans cared too much about Mack to hurt her, let alone kill her. And he was banking on that fact right now to get out of the situation they found themselves in. "You really want to take that risk?" the Leviathan challenged. "Yeah, I do. And here's a new deal for you. We let you walk away unharmed without the boy, and you go tell Dick I'm coming to kill him. Because no one takes my kid without paying the consequences."

Everyone in the car was silent as Dean and the Leviathan glared at each other. "Fine," the Leviathan replied. "Fine," Dean echoed in a snarl. "Sammy?" Sam swallowed, opening his door and climbing out so the Leviathan could also climb out. As soon as the Leviathan had stepped away from the car, he climbed back in and they took off, leaving the creature behind in the rearview.

At Rufus' cabin, Cas was helping Sam draw sigils on the walls. "Let's leave off angel proofing sigils or I'll be expelled, too," Cas said. "As long as we're invisible to your Garrison buddies, works for me." Dean and Kevin headed downstairs, Dean fuming the entire time and trying not to show it too openly so he wouldn't scare Kevin. "I'm sure you're pretty hungry, so once we settle in upstairs, we'll get some dinner going," he told the boy. Kevin came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, watching as Dean cleared knives off the table from Bobby torturing Chet. "This looks like a sex-torture dungeon. Is this a sex-torture dungeon?"

Dean picked up a scythe, looking over at Kevin. "No, this is not a sex-torture… Get over here. Sit down and read, would you?" Kevin swallowed, clutching the backpack with the tablet in it tighter as he made his way over to the spot Dean had cleared at the table. "That… That thing from the car," Kevin started as Dean began walking away. "That was a Leviathan?" Dean closed his eyes, chest tight as he fought to keep his cool. "Yeah. It was," he replied tightly. "A-and they… they took your daughter?"

"Look, man… Just read the stupid tablet so we can know how to kill Dick and you can go home." He pulled around a chair, sitting down and closing his eyes while Kevin worked. He didn't want to talk about the fact that Mack had been taken for the sixth time in three years. Or go upstairs and face his broken boyfriend. Kevin glanced over at him, but got the hint and didn't say anything else. Instead he pulled the tablet out of the backpack and set it on the table next to the notebook they'd given him to start translating.

After a little while, his vision started to blur and his hands started shaking. He stood up, beginning to hyperventilate. "Kevin," Dean spoke, eyes still closed. "This is all too much. What's happened to my life? I'm just a kid from Michigan. I don't want to be a Word-keeper!" Dean sighed. "Looks like we're brown bagging it." He stood, grabbing a brown paper bag for Kevin to breathe into- he didn't feel like doing the whole coaching thing he did with Mack… not then. "I am not prepared to factor the supernatural into my," Dean put the bag over Kevin's face, "world view."

Kevin grabbed the bag, holding it as he took some deep breaths. "Oh, I don't know, man," Dean said, patting Kevin on the back while he breathed. "What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking 'why me?' 'cause the angels- they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just… breaks them apart." His mind wandered to Cas as Kevin continued. "I just want to be the first Asian-American President of the United States." Dean swallowed, "Then do your homework."

Meg entered the cabin, brought to a sudden halt by a Devil's Trap. "Didn't expect to see you back," Sam said, flipping on the lights. Meg looked around at the little group- Cas, Sam, and Dean. Kevin was still working downstairs. "Yeah, not without the King's army," Dean gestured to the blade in Meg's hand. "Knife." Meg rolled her eyes, handing Dean the angel blade. "Typical," she spat. "I save your bacon, and you're sitting here, waiting by a Devil's Trap. Seriously, I just killed two of Crowley's men. I could have gone the other way on that."

"It's true, incidentally," Cas piped up. "There's other demons' blood on that blade." Meg continued defending herself. "Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world- just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. Lucifer and Yellow Eyes- their mission was it for me."

"So, what?" Dean asked. "We should trust you because you wanted to free Satan from Hell?" Meg glared at him. "I'm talking 'cause', douchebag, as in reason to get up in the morning. Obviously, these things shift over time. We learn, we grow. Now, for me currently, the cause is bringing down the King. And I know we'll need help to do it." Dean scowled, "Crowley ain't the problem this year."

"When are you gonna get it? Crowley's always the problem. He's just waiting for the right moment to strike. I know what I'm supposed to do. And it isn't screw with Sam and Dean or lose the only angel who'd go to bat for me." After a pause, Sam stepped forward, breaking the Devil's Trap with his foot. "This is good- harmony and communication," Cas grinned. "Now our only problem is Hester."

"What?" Dean and Meg chorused, glaring at each other after. "Well, here, we're hidden from the Garrison, but when you killed a demon, you put out a pretty clear beacon." Meg rounded on the Winchesters. "We need better angel proofing now." Before any of them could move, the door burst open and Hester and her two goons came into the room. "You took the Prophet from us?!" Hester cried. "I'm- I'm sorry?" Cas stammered, taking a small step back. "You have fallen in every way imaginable," she spat at him.

"Please, Castiel," one of the other angels begged. "We have to follow the code. Help us do our work." Dean spoke up, "He can't help you. He can't help anybody." Hester smirked, "We don't need his help… or his permission." She nodded and the other angel who'd spoken nodded back, vanishing with a flutter of wings. "The Keeper goes to the desert tonight," she informed them. The angel reappeared with Kevin in his grasp. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean protested. "Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that."

"He's right," Cas nodded. "An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and- and they begged him. They begged him not to do it." Dean swallowed. "Look, just give us time, okay? We'll take care of your Prophet." Hester fixed him with a deathly stare. "Why should we give you anything… After everything you've taken from us? The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost! For that, you're going to pay."

Hester started making her way toward Dean, but Cas stepped forward, blocking her path. "Please," he begged. "They're the ones we were put here to protect."

"No, Castiel."

She backhanded Cas across the face, sending him falling to the ground. The other two angels held their hands up, stopping Sam and Dean from going to Cas' aid. "No more madness!" Hester yelled, punching Cas. "No more promises!" Another punch. "No more new Gods!" The punches continued and then suddenly she took out her angel blade. "Hester! No!" the angel who'd grabbed Kevin stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Please! There's so few of us left." Hester punched him in the face, turning back to Cas. "You wanted free will. Now I'm making the choices." She raised her blade in the air, ready to kill Cas, and then suddenly her chest lit up with a bright light and she fell to the ground. Meg had stabbed her.

"What?" the demoness asked. "Somebody had to." The extra angel took Hester's body away while the angel who'd tried to stop her, Inias, talked quietly with Cas. Dean walked in, heading over to join Sam and Kevin at the table. Kevin handed the notebook with all the translations in it to Sam. "Thanks, Kevin," Sam told him. "Not a lot of people could have handled this." Dean eyed the young boy. "You doin' alright there, 'Chosen One'?" Kevin nodded, "Yeah."

"Are you ready, Kevin Tran?" Inias asked. The angel who'd gotten rid of Hester's body had come back with another male angel, each of them putting a hand on Kevin's shoulder. Kevin was holding the tablet. "Bring the Keeper to his home," Inias instructed the others. "We can watch over him there." Inias, the two angels, and Kevin all vanished. "I couldn't find Meg anywhere," Dean said. "Yes, well, she enjoys laying low," Cas replied. "Dean, I'm sorry about Mckinley."

Dean didn't respond. Sam spoke up, eyes scanning the pages of notes Kevin had taken. "Here. 'Leviathan cannot be slain but by a righteous bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen.' Uh… It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel." They looked over at Cas. "Well, you know me," he held out a small bottle. "I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters." The bottle was suddenly filled with blood, and he handed it over to Dean. Their hands brushed briefly, sending sparks running through Dean's body. He swallowed hard, bringing his gaze from the bottle up to Cas. "What are you gonna do, Cas?" he whispered, voice breaking. "I don't know," Cas grinned. "Isn't that amazing?" He vanished, and Dean continued to stare at the spot he'd been as Sam went back to reading from the notebook. "Well, let's get to work," he said, clapping Sam on the arm.