Sam opens the newest hex bag and examines the baby metacarpal. Dean can't resist. "Well, are you going to figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just going to sit there fingering your bone." Ew. Sam ignores him, and asks if he knows how much heat it would take to char a bone like that -- more than a fire or a kitchen oven. Dean asks what that means. Sam says, "That means we make a stop." If you talked that cryptically to your everyday companions, wouldn't they give you a swift boot in the ass? I'm not picking on Sam here, or not just Sam. TV characters do this all the time. I realize the writers needed to segue to the next scene, but someday, I hope some character is written to reply, "Enough of your cryptic shit. Answer the damned question." Maybe it will be Dean. At the high school, they search the art room. They figure the kiln was used to char the baby bones. The boys realize the hex bag turned up in their room not after they talked to Teen Temptress Tracy, but after they talked to Call Me Don. They break into his desk drawer and find an assortment of baby bones. Oh, God. Sam says, "My God." Right there with you, Sammy. "Those are all from children." Dean says, "And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Seriously, Dean? Seriously?
Uriel and Castiel are talking in a local park, as a flock of costumed children pass them by. Castiel says, "The decision's been made." Uriel says, "By a mud monkey." Castiel tells him he shouldn't call them that. I'm with Castiel. Uriel says, "That's what they are -- savages -- plumbing on two legs." Sheeesh, Uriel. Even Spike had the decency to call us Happy Meals with legs -- and he didn't even have a soul, then. It's different. He has a soul, now. Castiel glares at him. "You're close to blasphemy." Excellent point, Cas! "There's a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential. He may succeed here." Castiel sighs and takes a seat on the bench, next to Uriel. "At any rate, it's out of our hands." Uriel says it doesn't have to be. He suggests they drag Dean Winchester out of there (no Sammy?) and then "We blow this insignificant pinprick off the map." Castiel says, "You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?" Uriel's lips say nothing, but his eyes say yes.