The Winchester Sister

Chapter 13 - On the Head of a Pin

I don't talk on the way over to the funeral nor on the way back. I just let my brothers talk about shit that I wasn't even listening too. We enter the motel room. "Ah, home crappy home." I roll my eyes and switch on the lights. "WInchester, Winchester and Winchester." I glare at Uriel, Hephzibah and Castiel. Did they need to be here?

"Oh come on." Dean places his hand on my shoulder to stop me from doing something stupid. 

"You are needed." Uriel says. 

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

"Now, you mind your tone with me." Uriel warns. 

"No, you mind your damn tone with us." Dean retorts. 

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." Sam voices. 

"Pamela." Dean continues. "You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her." His grip tightens on my shoulder. "You burned her eyes out. 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 freaking minutes!"

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes." Uriel states. 

"Yeah, what were those again?" Dean questions. "What exactly did you want from me?"

"Start with gratitude." Uriel answers. God, I hate him. Dean decides to give a sarcastic smile.

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand-" Uriel cuts him off. 

"And we-" Uriel gives a look at Castiel who straightens up in posture and gave a blank look. "Don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons?" I question, incredulously. "How they doing it?" 

"We don't know." Uriel answers. 

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

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much." Offending Uriel, Sammy? Highlight of my day. 

"Once we find whoever it is." Hephzibah adds on. 

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

"Not quite." Castiel answers. "We have Alastair."

"Great. He should be able to name your trigger man." Dean states. 

"But he won't talk." Castiel replies. "Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse."

"Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture." Dean says. "I mean, you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student." I move backwards, closer to Dean. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got." Dean looks down in shame. 

"Dean, you are our best hope." Castiel continues to persuade. 

"No. No way." Dean disagrees, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.  "You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Uriel walks closer to us. 

"Who said anything about asking?" My surroundings suddenly change and I probably would of fallen over if Dean hadn't kept his grip on me. God, I feel sick.

"You okay?" Dean asks in concern. 

"Yeah. Never travelled well anyway."

"This devil's trap is Enochian." Castiel starts  and we look through the door. "He's bound completely." Clearly.