i know the end, supernatural [ 3 ]

045. captured

"Anything?" Dean asks as he walks into the library.

"Not yet." Sam says. "I put out an APB to every single hunter we know. But... Jack's off the grid."

"Kid was pretty spun out. We'll find him. I mean, there's gotta be a sign at some point, yeah?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam sighs.

"Kid can cause a tsunami with a hiccup."

"I don't know. Maybe he's covering his tracks."

"Or this apparent dearth of evidence is, in fact, the evidence." Cas states, walking in.

"The evidence of..." Sam trails off.

"Of some horrific misadventure that's befallen him, like being dragged down to Hell by Asmodeus. Or... I don't know, possibly worse, being hijacked to Heaven by angels." Cas says.

"Yeah, but isn't he too fast and furious for angels?" Dean asks.

"Maybe. Maybe not. That's what I'm gonna find out." Cas says.

"Find out from who? From-- from the angels?" Sam asks.

"Yes." Cas states.

"All right. Well, let's go." Dean says, standing up.

"Dean, you can't accompany me. My contact is already anxious about meeting and won't speak in the presence of a stranger." Cas says.

"So introduce me. Then I'm not a stranger." Dean says. "I'll bring a six pack."

"Dean, I swore I would protect this boy. Let me do this." Cas says, starting to walk out.

"Don't do anything stupid." Dean tells him as he leaves and Dean sits back down.

"All right." Sam says.

"I guess we're stuck in idle." Dean says.

"So... what do we do? Just-- just sit around here and wait?" Sam asks.

"Well, we could work a case. We got three murders here a couple hundred miles apart, same M.O. They were all horribly tortured before having their throat slit. Look at the body. Next to it." Dean says.

Dean shows Sam his laptop.

"She's a witch." Sam says, looking at the ingredients for a spell.

"Mm-hmm."

"Were they all witches?"

"Looking like. These aren't hunter kills. They're-- they're more ritualistic, like a sacrament or something. Plus, all their places were ransacked, which means somebody was looking for something."

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Libby gets shoved into the room, an angel tightly gripping onto her arm.

"What do you want with me?" She asks as Michael stands in front of her.

"You could be useful." Michael says.

"How do you find a 16 year old girl useful, exactly?" Libby questions.

"There's some sort of... darkness in you. I can sense it. Now, once I figure out what it is, I'll use it to my advantage." Michael states.

"Darkness? Right. Um... I think that's probably the depression you're smelling." Libby says.

"No. No, it's something else. Something... evil." Michael says and Libby clenches her jaw. Michael grabs her jaw in his hand. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"Well, if it's not my depression... I'm gonna go with my eating disorder. It can get pretty gnarly." She yanks her chin out of his grip.

Michael chuckles.