Angel - Supernatural

4x16 - On the head of a pin

Street – Night

Car alarms blare. Several cars in various states of smashed to pieces are in the street. Castiel appears and silences the alarms. She walks through the wreckage to the body of a woman. She moves part of her clothing of her neck, she had been stabbed to death.

"Goodbye, sister" Police cars arrive. Officers rush into the scene.

"What the hell?" An aerial view of the woman's corpse. A spotlight from a helicopter illuminates the ground on either side, where the image of wings has been seared into the asphalt.

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Motel Room – Night

Dean and Sam enter the room. "Ah, home crappy home"

Sam flips on the lights.

"Winchester and Winchester" Uriel and Castiel are waiting inside the room.

"Oh come on" Dean complained.

"You are needed" Uriel told him.

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

"Now, you mind your tone with me" Uriel scolded him.

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

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

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. 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!" Dean snapped annoyed.

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

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

"Start with gratitude"

"Oh"

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

"And we—" Uriel gave Castiel a significant look "Don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight" Uriel explained.

"Demons? How they doing it?" Dean asked.

"We don't know" Uriel admitted.

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

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much" Uriel started. "Once we find whoever it is" And Castiel finished.

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

"Not quite. We have Alastair" Castiel told him.

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

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

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

"That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got" Uriel explained. Dean looked down ashamed.

"Dean, you are our best hope" Castiel pleaded.

"No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this" Dean told her.

Uriel walked up to Dean "Who said anything about asking?" Sam looks around, the room is empty. "Damn it!"