I sighed, returned to the door, and returned to the table when Sam and Dean approached me.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked, but I shook my head. "Just some weird activity in Cleveland." I looked up into their faces. One of the angels came running up to us, telling us that the prisoner was dead. "What?" Sam and Dean ran off; I got up from my chair and ran after them but was far behind them when I reached the cell. I saw a man dead on a chair. We returned to the office and met with Cas, who was back. "I don't know what happened. He was fine and unharmed when we left him," Sam said, leaning against the glass wall while I leaned against the desk. "I barely touched the guy," Dean added. "He was shackled to the chair with no weapons. It wasn't suicide."

Sam nodded when I looked at Dean. "Maybe one of the other angels from your garrison?" I asked towards Cas. "No, this wasn't an angel kill." Cas shook his head. "Or maybe douch bag, what's his face has an inside man?" I thought before I spoke. "No, they're loyal. United by a common cause." Cas again shook his head. "That's the problem. Maybe one of the angels is lying." Dean suggested before leaving with me behind him, but I heard Cas call Sam back to talk, so I followed Dean.

"Should we be cautious about potential rats?" I asked him quietly, but Dean wasn't listening, just drifting off in his thoughts. 

I turned to Dean. "Dean, Dean, your phone." I didn't dare to touch him since I knew he would get mad when Sam got Dean out. Dean answered the phone, and I could hear a muffled male voice. "About time. Where have you been?" Dean snapped into the phone for a while. Dean didn't say anything for a while but motioned for me to pass him a paper and a pen; I looked over his shoulder as he noted something.

He ended the call. "This better be where we find the blade," Dean growled. I looked at Dean, confused; he told us Crowley had found the first Blade. "Oh great," I grumbled but followed Dean to the car, following the Impala to the Cemetery. "That's where Crowley hid the blade?" Dean asked, confused. I followed them, and since it was night, we had flashlights with us to one of the graves, helping Dean and Sam dig up the grave until we found the coffin. "Oh, for crying out loud. The Blade is in the body?" I asked when Sam and Dean lifted the body out of the coffin. "I have to say that's the last place I would look," Dean mumbled when I heard a fate grumbling, but I wasn't the only one since Dean grabbed my arm. "You hear that?" Sam asked beside me. I felt Dean's hand grip tighter around my arm. "My guess is hellhound," Dean whispered, and right there, we heard a light growling close by. Dean suddenly started running, dragging me to a gate that Sam closed behind him since he was the last one entering the tomb. We heard the hellhound on the other side growling at us. Dean let go, grabbing his phone from his pocket and calling somebody; Crowley answered, getting yelled at by Dean about the hellhound. "Im putting you on speaker," Dean yelled over the growling of the hellhound. "Juliet, it's Papa. stand down." I heard him say, and right away, the hellhound backed off, relieved we opened the door and didn't have the dog around us. "I still feel not great knowing there was a hellhound on our ass," I grumbled while we walked back to the grave. "Well, you didn't get torn to shreds, thanks to your brother," Dean grumbled. "Dean." I stopped him, and he turned to face me. "You are my brother. That asshat has no proof, okay. I love you, big brother." I told him Sam had also stopped waiting for us. "How on earth do you think he knew you related?" Dean asked. "I don't know, but unless I have solid proof, he's just a nobody to me, and you're the only brothers I call family." I had tears in my eyes as I finished speaking, and finally, Dean pulled me into an embrace. "Alright, enough sentimentality, let's do this." he let go of me, walking over to the body on the ground next to the grave. Dean pulled his sleeve but stopped when Sam opened the body to stick his arm. "Maybe I should do it." he quietly announced. "It's fine. I can do it," Dean grumbled, but Sam pulled his sleeve up and reached in, taking something out. It was a weird-looking knife. "That's the first blade?" I asked, confused when I saw it. "Well, let's kill a knight of hell, huh?" Dean got up, and I followed him, leaving space between me and Sam, still holding the Blade. "This thing is freaking me out," I whispered more to myself. "Don't worry, Kee." Dean walked faster, leaving me jogging almost beside him to keep up. While driving, I thought about the Mark and Dean and what would happen if he got connected to the Blade. "I hope we get this thing off of him," I mumbled, finally noticing where we were heading. "Alright, now I know why we have Demon activity in Cleveland," I whispered as we drove into town, parking in front of the Humboldt Hotel. Sam wanted to go in right away, but Dean stopped him, telling him to go into the basement to search for demons who might be hiding. "Take Kaylee. I'll take the main floor," he told us. He walked inside with the Blade, and Sam and I scouted through the basement, but it was a bust; when we searched for Dean, we found him in the penthouse suit, where I found Crowley in a chair, bleeding from a wound.