Reckless and Brave

CII. (102) Long Long Way From Home

[The French Mistake]

"Where's Bobby?" Sam asked.

"In town, supply run." Dean replied.

"In this?" Sam glanced outside.

"Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean gestured to his empty liquor bottle and Holly sighed.

"Hello, boys. Lady." Balthazar said. "You've seen "the Godfather", right?"

"Balthazar..." Dean and Holly began.

"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop." He found a container of salt and poured it into a bowl on Bobby's desk.

"Hey!" Dean protested.

""Dead sea brine." Good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?"

"I said "hey"."

"You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." He looked through Bobby's fridge. "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!"

"Why are you talking about "the Godfather"?" Sam asked.

"Because we're in it--right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone--The archangel Raphael."

Holly's brow furrowed. "Would you mind explaining what you're talking about?"

"No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no." Balthazar repeated, emptying the contents of Bobby's desk drawer. "Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

Dean's eyes widened. "Wait, Raphael is after you?"

"Raphael is after us all. You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam questioned.

"Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas--Including both of you. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open."

"And you expect us to just believe you?"

"Oh, don't. You'll go where I throw you either way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned.

Lightning flashed and Balthazar said, "That's all the time we have, gentlemen, lady." He opened his jacket, revealing a bloodstain on his side. "Where is it?"

"What happened to you?" Holly asked.

"Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lug at the moment, but that's alright." He handed Sam a set of keys. "Oh, here's for you."

Sam looked at the keys. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Run with it." He was thrown across the room as another angel appeared. "Virgil." He turned to the siblings. "I said, run!" He pushed them through a window marked with a blood sigil.

The siblings crashed through a window and landed on a mattress on what looked to be a TV show set.

"Cut!" Bob Singer said.

A crewmember pat Dean's rear. "Real good solid fall. Way to go."

"Jared, Jensen, Hailey! Outstanding! That was just great."

""Supernatural", scene one echo, take one. Tall slate. Marker!"

"So...No angels?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "No angels, I think."