Chapter 29: On the Head of a Pin

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Once Dean's parked the car, he purposely beeps the horn as loud as he can causing Sam to yell out surprised waking up startled.  Dean and I start laughing as a disgruntled Sam sits up muttering a complaint under his breath causing Dean to laugh harder.

"You told me to wake you up when we stop at the next hotel." Dean remarks in a smart alec tone,

"Shut up." Sam grumbles can't help a small smile knowing he probably deserved it.

 We collect our stuff from the trunk and get checked into the hotel.

  "Home crappy home." Dean sighs sarcastically as we dump our bags on a table.

Sam turns on the light, as soon as we turn to face the rest of the room, however, we find we have some surprise guests.  Cas and some African American guy are already standing there.   Cas is standing a good distance behind the stranger, facing away from us.  The stranger looks at me suspiciously then turns his attention back to the Winchesters. 

"Winchester, Winchester and, extra." The stranger says in welcoming tone, with a slight hint of sinister.  Another angel, brilliant.  Funnily enough, I  don't feel welcome at all.

"Oh come on." Dean complains,

"You are needed." The angel continues as if he didn't hear Dean,

"Needed?  We just got back from 'needed'." Dean continues raising his voice not impressed at all.  These boys really can't catch a break can they?

"He's got a point, they're very likely tired." I pitch in,

"This doesn't concern you, vampire." The angel coldly addresses to me,

"She's with us now, so it does concern her actually, she even helped prevent the seal we just saved from being broken." Sam defends,

"Fine, mine your tone with me, the both of you." The angel says looking at the boys directly then back to all three of us.

"No mind your damn tone with us." Dean argues back, "Pamela nearly got killed!  You remember Pamela, the psychic, you burned her eyes out remember Cas?  Good times.  So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Dean continues raising his voice again,

"We raised you out of hell, for our purposes." The angel replies calmly, under the calm tone though I can tell he's starting to grow impatient with the bickering

"Yeah what were those again? What exactly do you want form me?" Dean questions directly,

"Start with gratitude." The angel replies his impatience starting to seep into his tone, Dean makes a soft 'oh' sound sarcastically with a fake smile, 

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand." Cas pitches in trying to be supportive.  The other angel turns to Cas almost in a scolding manner,

"And we..," The angel starts then turns back to us, "Don't care." he continues almost irritably.  By the look that the angel gave Cas, my guess is that Cas is under some sort of restriction.  Dean seemed to pick it up too as he looked from Cas back to the angel.

"Now, seven angels have been murdered.  All of them from our garrison.  The last one was killed tonight." The angel continued as if nothing happened.  Oh great, something that can kill angels is on the loose, 

"Demons?" Dean asks, the angel just nods, oh great, power loaded demons capable of killing angles, even better. "How are they doing it?" Dean continues,

"We don't know." The angel answers,

"I'm sorry but what do you want, us to do about it?" Sam questions slightly confused, "I mean a demon that can ice angels has to be out of our league right?" He reasons,

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