Never Say Never (sequel to Never Be Over You)

Chapter 11- On the Head of a Pin

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne." Sam says as he's driving us to Cheyenne. It's probably about 11:00 at night and I'm tired. I tried falling asleep but it didn't work. "She's been tracking some leads."

"Mhmm." Dean says tiredly.

"Look, I know she's not exactly on your christmas list but if she can help us get to Lilith-"

"Look man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass."

"I second that, I'm too tired to care." I say.

"What's your problem?" Sam asks.

"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it Sam." Dean says.

"She knew what was at stake." I say.

"Oh yeah, saving the world, and we're doing such a damn good job of it."

"Dean." Sam says.

"I'm tired of burrying friends."

"Look, we catch a fresh trail-"

"And we follow it, I know." Dean says finishing my sentence. "Like I said, I'm just, I'm getting tired."

"Well get angry." Sam says. I lay back down and don't fall back asleep as much as I try. We check into a hotel in Cheyenne as soon as we get there.

"Home crappy home." Dean says as we walk through the door to our room. Sam turns the lights on and there standing in front of us is Uriel and Castiel.

"Winchester, Winchester and Cohen."  Uriel says. 

"Oh c'mon." I say. 

"You're needed."

"Needed?" Dean asks. "We just got back from needed."

"You mind your tone with me."

"No, you mind your damn tone with us." I say.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." Sam says interceding before me or Dean do anything unrationnal.

"Pamela. You know? Psychic Pamela? You remember her." Dean says.

"Oh yeah, Cas you remember her, you burned her eyes out." I say.

"Yeah, remember that? Good times. Yeah then she died saving one of your precious seals. So, maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freakin' minutes!"

"We raised you outta hell for our purposes." Uriel says.

"Yeah and what were those again?" I ask.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Dean asks.

"Start with gratitude."

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand." Castiel says. 

"And we... Don't. Care. Now, 7 angels have been murdered right from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons?" I ask.

"How are they doing it?" Dean asks.

"We don't know." Uriel says.

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it?" Sam asks. "I mean, for a demon to be able to ice angels has to be out of our league right?"

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much."

"Once we find whoever it is." Cas says.

"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asks. 

"Not quite. We have Alastair."