"What the hell happened to you?"Bobby asked as they walked out of the motel. "Nothing..." I said putting my hands in my pockets.

"And nothing made you bleed?" I reached a hand up and winced when I touched the cut. I looked at my hand to see a bit of blood. "That bitch...of a wall. Really need to look where I'm going next time." I said with a forced chuckle. Dean raised his eyebrow but then shook it off.

"We're heading over to see a psychic Bobby knows," Dean said as we started to walk to where we had parked. "Alright. How far away?" I asked as we walked down a few stairs.

"She's about four hours down the interstate. Try to keep up. Cansas, who you riding with?"

"With you. I'll let them be by themselves." I said hopping into Bobby's car. Soon after Bobby got in we drove off.

About four hours later we got to the psychic's house the sun had risen. Bobby got out of the car and I followed. The brothers and Bobby walked up to the door while I stayed close to the car. Bobby knocked and a few minutes later the door opened and a woman with black hair stepped out.

"Bobby!" She laughed hugging him tightly.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby said as they pulled apart. She smiled and looked over to Sam and Dean. "So, are these the boys?"

"Sam, Dean-Pamela Barnes. Best damn psychic in the state." Bobby said looking behind Sam and Dean to find me looking back at the car. "Cansas." I looked over at him. "Yeah?" He waved me over. "Don't be rude." He said as I walked over to him. "Sorry. I'm Cansas. Nice to meet you." I said with a smile.

"So you're the one giving off that energy." I looked over to Bobby and then to Pamela. "I guess that's me." Pamela crossed her arms. "I've never met one of your kind before. It's an honor." She said with a smile.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby all looked at me confused. I rubbed my arm uncomfortable. "So what are we doing here? Are we going to ouija some stuff or sit around and stare each other all day?" Pamela opened the door more and I walked in. The guys followed in after me. "No, I've already ouija-ed my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke Dean out or why."

"So, what's next?" Bobby asked as Pamela walked into a small room.

"A se'ance I think. See if we can see who did the deed."

"You're not going to summon the damn thing here?"

"No. Just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." She said slapping Bobby lightly on the chest.

"I'm game."

As Pamela moved around the room I stood near the doorway and watched. Bobby walked over and stood next to me. "So what did Pam mean by 'your kind'?" He asked looking down at me. I crossed my arms and shrugged.

"I don't know?"

Bobby stared at me a bit longer before looking back to see Pamela had placed a black tablecloth on the table. "You'll tell us when you're ready." He said as Pamela finished getting everything we needed.

We all sit down at the table. I sat between Bobby and Sam. "Alright. Take each other's hands," I held my hands out and they took hold of them. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." She said reaching down. Dean bangs his leg on the table. "Wow! Well, he didn't touch me there."

"My mistake." She said with a chuckle. Dean took his arm out of his jacket sleeve and lifted his sleeve up. Underneath was a handprint that sent shivers down my spine. What in hell could do that? Pam places her hand over it and she closes her eyes.

I decided to do the same. "Okay. I invoke, conjure and command you. Appear to me before this circle." She said this a few more time before the tv turned on making me open my eyes. She says it a few more.

"Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel. I don't scare easy." I close my eyes again. I felt like I've heard that name before.

"Castiel?" Dean asked looking over to Pamela. "Its name. It's whispering to me. Warning to turn back. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face." The table then starts to shake violently. She says it again making the table shake more. I opened my eyes.

"Maybe we stop..." I said getting an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I second that," Bobby says looking to Pam. "I almost got it. I command you, show me your face. Show me your face. Show me your face now!" The candles in the center of the table flare up and I hear Pamela scream.

"Call 911!" Bobby yells getting out of his sit and kneeling down. I stand up and see Pamela open her eyes...only she didn't have eyes.

"I can't see! I can't see!" I repeated over and over again. Just like the victims of the case I was going to solve when I was first attacked by...angels. "B-Bobby. Can you guys handle this...I need to step out." I said backing up. He nodded and I quickly made my way out of the house.

Taking my phone out of my pocket I dialed Loki's number and put it to my ear. When he didn't answer I called Balthazar.

"Cansas. Is everything alright?" I ran a hand through my hair and kept it at the back of my head. "Angels...how do angels kill things?"

"What? Why do you want to know?"

"Balthazar I'm just going to need you to answer me."

"Alright. Well, we have our blades. But we also smite." I looked down the street to see an ambulance making it's way over. "What does a smiting do? Does it burn your eyes out?"

"Why yes, it does...how did you know that? Why do you want to know how angel kill?" Balthazar asked getting worried and confused.

"Oh my god...Do you know an angel by the name of Castiel?"