"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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With a blink of an eye, we reformed in a house, a house that belonged to the victim. I noticed a black man on the couch, starting to cut up a newspaper.
"Cas, a little warning next time," Dean warned Cas, as he just didn't give us any warning at all. The man on the couch jumps in fright, not knowing where the hell we came from.
"How'd you get in here?!" His eyes wandered the four of us wildly.
"Mister Birch, settle down," Sam respondes softly, digging into his jacket to pull free his FBI badge. "Federal Agents," Sam showed him his ID.
"But you can't just walk in here!" Mister Birch argues, finding it a violation of his rights.
"Quite a collection you've got there, huh?" Sam notices the newspapers spread across the coffee table.
"What are you trying to–"
"Look," Sam quickly cuts off Mister Birch. "Look, we know the truth, all right? Chris didn't have a gun on him when those cops shot him. They set him up," Sam was just laying out the information that were facts to us, and to him.
"Yeah," he replies, clearly knowing it was a setup from the start. "They're all getting theirs," the man had no sympathy for the cops that killed his boy.
"And who's giving it to them, Darryl?" Sam seemed strong headed in this, and pointed it at Darryl. His gaze drifted from Sam, meaning he knew on some level what was going on.
"Darryl?" Dean's tone was stern, but still held a softness to it. Darryl raised his head up to meet the waiting gaze for Dean. "Did you kill Toby Gray and the others?" Dean blanked out and asked him.
"Me?!" Darryl sounded appalled at such a suggestion. "I didn't kill anyone! Look at how they died!" He was defending his innocence in the matter, and I believed him.
"You smote them with the staff of Moses!" Cas now voiced his opinion.
"The hell kind of fed are you?" Darryl questioned, confused at the words Cas had chosen to use. I couldn't help but crack a smirk, finding his comment funny. Cas would never pass as a fed at all in this world, and it was shown right here and now.
"We don't have time for this," Cas was growing impatient, as he stepped forward to the coffee table that separated him and Darryl. "Where is it?" Cas asked once again.
"Leave my dad alone!" A boy's voice filled the room, making us all turn to the source to see a boy, pointing half a staff towards us.
"Is that?"
"Yes," Cas knew what Dean was getting at.
"I kind of imagined it bigger," I remarked, meaning that it wasn't at full power because of it being in half.
"Yes. It's – it's been sawed off,"
"Leave him alone! It wasn't him!" The boy was defending his Father.
