Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Seven

"This raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Castiel asks Sam and Dean. We are back in the motel, and I guess the angel wanted to pop up and visit. This time he isn't alone.

"Why?" Dean questions.

"Dean, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch," Dean responds, getting slightly annoyed.

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but---" Sam starts.

"We know who it is," Dean interrupts, raising his eyebrows at the trench-coated angel.

"Apparently, the witch knows who you are, too." He walks over towards the bed stand and holds up a hex bag for us all to see. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one of you or all of you would be dead."

Smooth, Cas. Real smooth.

Dean has a guilty look plastered across his face. "Do you know where the witch is now?" Castiel asks, not making eye contact. Dean looks back at Sam, then at me.

"We're working on it," I say.

"That's unfortunate."

"What do you care?" Dean asks, still slightly annoyed.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals," Cas explains. I scoff in frustration.

"So, this is about your buddy Lucifer?" Dean asks.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours," the strange man standing by the window says. He has not even showed his face yet, but you can tell he has dark skin and a bald head.

"It's just an expression," Dean says.

"Lucifer cannot rise," Castiel says, his voice seeming high compared to the strange angel. "Breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." He walks over and stands in front of us, or should I say Dean.

"Okay, great," Dean says, looking up at Cas. "Now that you're here, tell us where the witch is. We'll gank her."

"We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful. She's cloaked even our methods." Cas meets Dean's gaze.

"Okay, we already know who she is," Sam says. "So, if we work together--"

"Enough of this," the strange angel says.

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" Dean asks, getting angry. He finally turns around, facing us.

"This is Uriel," Cas introduces. "He's what you might call a specialist." Uriel walks towards us, keeping his gaze on us the whole way, and stopping a few feet away from us.

"What kind of a specialist?" Dean asks. In the silence, Uriel and Castiel keep their gazes on each other. "What are you gonna do?" Dean asks quietly. I sense something's wrong.

"You, all three of you, need to leave this town immediately," Cas says, looking back at us.

"Why?" I ask as Cas's beautiful blue eyes flicker back and forth between Sam, Dean, and I.

Stop. Don't you start that. You need to focus.

"Because we're about to destroy it."

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"This is your plan? You're gonna smite the whole friggin town?" I was getting a little frustrated now. Uriel stares daggers at me. I turn to Castiel and stare into his eyes.

"We're out of time. This witch has to die," he says. "The deal must be saved.

"There are a thousand people here," Sam says, trying to defend the safety of the town.