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"Why hello crappy motel room. Cas stop lurking in the corner. Can you please come back after my power nap?" I exclaim as I stalk into the motel room.

"Don't whine to me you mud monkey. You are needed.'' Uriel snarls as I bury myself in all the pillows in the motel room.

''You're right. How could I forget? Pillow town needs me. Goodnight." I retort as I disappear underneath the pillows.

"Iris..." Cas starts.

"There is no Iris here. Only pillow town." I mummer, already half asleep.

"Don't use that tone with me mud monkey'' was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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I blindly punched at the moose shaking me awake. Oh wait... that's Sam.

"Hmm... What!'' I snap.

"They took Dean." He replies with worry in his eyes. I immediately pop up.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME EARLIER!'' I shout as I throw on my shoes and grab an angel blade.

"I took great risk even waking you after 10 hours. Last time I woke you up, you nearly killed me." Sam complains as I teleport to Castiel's current location.

"Castiel stop this." I plead.

"It is the will of god. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted too.'' Cas hesitates.

"Do you truly believe that, or are you just doing what you're told? Anna said only a selected few have actually even seen God. How do you know that your superiors aren't lying to you?" I reply. I don't blame Cas, I really don't.

Before he could answer, a crash was heard from the room and Dean's screams.

We burst into the room. I help Dean to his feet as Cas fights Alastair. I turn to see Cas pinned against the wall, his eyes glowing. I flick my wrist, sending him flying off Cas.

"So the little Satan spawn finally decided to show." He teased. "It's adorable that you think you're strong enough."

"She might not be, but I am. Who's killing the angels?" Sam snarls. Suddenly it was as if Alastair was choking. My knees give out. I go crashing into the ground in what felt like slow motion, dazed and confused.

"Well, when you find who it is, give them a medal. 'Cause it's not a demon.'' He drawls.

"He-he's telling the truth. " I mutter as I view the demon inside the 'meat suit'. Cas and Dean's heads whip towards me. "Oh, it's obvious, isn't it? Look at the way he's holding himself. Even demons will avoid eye contact if they lie. What? I was watching Sherlock last night."