Daylight at the barn or Casa Ramshackle, which could be one in the same, but at this point who cares: Anna looks through the gaps in the barn boards. Dean sits and drinks. Sam paces, wondering aloud where Ruby could be. Dean says, "Hey, she's your Hell buddy," and takes another swig from his flask. Anna chastises that it's a little early for that, but Dean brushes off her comment and her concern. A wild wind blows open the barn door and Castiel and Uriel walk in.
Castiel stares at Anna, intently. "Hello, Anna. It's good to see you." Sam wants to know the angels found them. When Castiel looks at Dean, Anna and Sam follow his gaze. Dean can't meet their eyes. Dean simply says he's sorry. Sam demands to know why Dean gave Anna up. Dean won't answer.
Anna looks from Dean, to her former co-workers, to Sam. "Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me, or kill you. I know how their minds work." Castiel looks ashamed, which, what do you know, IS ANOTHER FEELING. Anna puts a hand on Dean's arm, and kisses his lips. Castiel looks at them like they're either an oasis or a mirage, and that either would be preferable to the desert in which he is doomed to wander. Anna whispers to Dean, "You did the best you could. I forgive you." Castiel looks away -- convicted. Anna approaches him and Uriel. "Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready." And I believe that was a DUN!
Castiel tells Anna he's sorry, but Anna denies he can, as he doesn't know the feeling. Please, Anna, I like you, but that ship has frickin' sailed. Castiel reminds her that they have a history together, and it's not clear whether he simply means their past relationship of comrades-in-arms, or if they were comrades in arms. Anna knows orders are orders and tells him to make it quick. Dean closes his eyes. Sam fumes. Alastair Brandos/Lectors. "Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head." Crap, did I hear a touch of Cagney in there? His minions hold Ruby between them. She's dressed now, but bleeding profusely from her middle. Castiel considers the scene carefully, because that's who he is. Uriel though, dons his Game on, bitches face, and walks right toward Alastair. "How dare you come in this room, you pus-ing sore?" Alastair's minions throw Ruby to the ground.
I don't know who Alastair sounds like now -- some Brando, some DeNiro, maybe? "Name calling -- that hurt my feelings, you sanctimonious, fanatical prick."
Castiel never flinches; he never moves. "Turn around and walk away. Now." Alastair will be glad to, as soon as he gets the girl, whom he promises to punish good and proper. Castiel is in no mood for making a deal with the devil. "You know who we are and what we will do." He approaches them until he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Uriel. "I won't say it again. Leave. Now. Or we lay you to waste." Alastair lisps that he's willing to take his chances. And? They fight. Let's not pretend I'm a good action recapper. Uriel takes on the white minion, and is in the course of rendering him harmless when he's surprised from behind by the black minion. They all struggle, while Castiel and Alastair pummel the dickens out of each other.