Seeing Blind

145. Slumber Party

Sam and Sylvie were working at the map table. Sam had talked to Crowley before rejoining Sylvie. Dean and Alana walked through the door upstairs.

"Hey. How'd it go with Kevin?" Sam asked.

Dean said, "Oh, that little nerd is a lovely warded hotel room in Branson. He's got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him."

"How's he feeling?" Sylvie inquired.

Dean walked down the stairs while he spoke. "Well, he stared at the Angel Tablet and repeated the word "falafe" for the entire ride. Kid's cracked. I'm hoping this break will, uh, clear his head. You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves, so, I, uh, picked you up season one 'Game of Thrones'. Figured we'd get a little takeout."

Sam looked at him. "All right. Well, first, I think Sylvie and I might have found a way to help Cas."

Alana had a concerned look as she asked, "Did either of you talk to him?"

"No," Sam and Sylvie replied.

Sam continued. "And, by the way, we still don't understand why he left in the first place. Your wife and kids have been yapping to me, wondering why. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him. Bartholemew and -- and who knows how many angels are out there, gunning for him."

Dean pursed his lips. "Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than I do, okay? But, uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split. But if you two got a way to help him, I'm all ears."

"All right. So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?"

"So?" Dean pressed.

Sylvie looked at him. "So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So Sam and I are thinking maybe there's some way to hotwire this, make it track angels. That way, we might be able to help Cas steer clear of danger."

Dean looked surprised. "This was... your idea?"

Sam looked around, slightly amused, while Sylvie smirked as Sam replied, "It was both our idea. Do you see anybody else in here?"

"So, how would it work?"

Sylvie shook her head. "Oh, no idea. See, at first, we thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. We did find these cables underneath, and we followed them. You are never gonna believe what we found."

They came to a room full of electrical panels, shelves, and a huge, old computer. Sam, Dean and Sylvie entered. Alana had gone to check on her children.

"Voilà," Sylvie and Sam said.

"This is a computer?" Dean questioned.

Sam nodded. "Yeah -- or it was in 1951, when it was installed. Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, we have no idea what's making this thing work."

The three of them walked around to the other side of the computer. Dean put his hands on the back of it and he said, "It's warm here."

Sylvie looked around and found a flat screwdriver on the shelf behind her. She inserted it under the back panel of the computer and started jimmying it open. She gave a giant pull, and the panel popped off. She was sent stumbling back into the shelf behind her, before falling on her butt. She'd unknowingly knocked over a bottle containing gray liquid.

"Got it," Sylvie told them. "Ow."

"You okay?" Sam asked, pulling her up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."