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128. SANDWICHES AND TWISTER

"Now, you understand I don't participate in aggressive activity." Cas says as him, the Winchesters, and Meg are in Rufus' cabin. He picks up a bone and sniffs it. "Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice."

"Why'd you go to Meg, Cas?" Dean asks.

"When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers -- and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously. But I heard nothing from them." Cas says.

"You heard nothing from who?" Sam asks.

"The Garrison." Cas states.

"What happened to the Garrison?" Sam asks.

"Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look... to the home of the prophet. You know, leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They're the piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They're gone. The entire Garrison -- dead. If there's anyone left at all, they're in hiding."

"Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?" Dean asks.

"I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?" Cas asks himself.

"Hey!" Dean claps his hands. "Focus. Is Kevin alive?"

"I don't want to fight." Cas says.

"No, I'm not--" Dean takes a deep breath. "We're worried." He says calmly.

"They took him. He's alive. I felt such responsibility, but it's in your hands now." Cas says.

"Wait. Hold on a freakin' minute." Dean says.

"I feel much better." Cas says.

"Guys, what's all that?" Meg asks.

"We called Crowley." Sam informs.

"You what?" She asks.

"Don't worry. He never showed." Dean says.

"What do you mean never--"

"Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up." Dean says.

"Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still sh--"

"Show up at any time." They turn to find Crowley. "Hello, boys, mini versions of the boys. Sorry I'm late. This is an embarrassment of riches." He turns to Meg. "Stay, won't you. There's really nowhere to run."

Meg runs for the door, but Crowley appears in front of her.

"Don't even think of smoking out, pussycat. I've got eyes all over the place." Crowley says.

"Leave her be." Cas demands.

"Castiel. When last we spoke, you -- well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?" Crowley asks.

"I... don't know." Cas says.

"Well, do you want to be? Cause I can help with that." Crowley says.

"All right, enough." Dean says as Ophelia moves closer to Cas.

"It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I find out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel -- the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth." Crowley says.

"Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?" Meg asks.

"You bore me. You know what? You have no sense of poetry." Crowley says, turning to Cas. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well, I'm still, uh, honing my communication strategy. I haven't even been back to Heaven. I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really."