The new press release isn't very interesting. There's no mention of this Castiel guy at all. It's disappointing, to say the least. They do mention that they were close, and that soon, they'll get there just a little bit quicker and grab him, but that's about it.

If Michael's worried about Dean name-dropping his secret brother, he does a good job hiding it. Michael seems as cool and composed as always, delivering his statements as fact with very little emotion.

God, how Dean would like to fuck up that cool facade he has going on. He can only keep calm through so much, and if Castiel's not his breaking point, Dean isn't sure what could be.

Maybe he just needs to keep this up a little longer.

So for Dean's next murder — a sweet-looking young couple with a baby on the way — he writes another note on the wall.

"I'm disappointed, Castiel. You're interesting. I was really hoping I could lure you into the spotlight."

Dean pauses, looking it over. That won't work. It just looks like he tried, he failed, and he gave up. Since he won't be taking follow-up questions, he needs to make this as clear as possible.

"Maybe I'll see you this time. Say hi to the cameras for me."

He rereads it again. That's better. It comes off as less disappointed now. He doesn't want them to think he's a quitter. It's bad enough that they're keeping all his hard work out of the papers, between his research and writing in toothpicks and blood.

Actually...

"I think it's about time you told them what's going on. It's not nice, leaving out all the details. You never know who's is gonna go next. Don't they deserve to know who they're dealing with?"

Now it's perfect. He complained that Castiel wasn't in the press release, and asked them to up his reputation as the biggest badass in history, all in one note. He signs the wall in his signature bloody heart and B. V. initials, as is customary. He doesn't write a lot of notes with his kills, but he always has his signature. It's not a Bloody Valentine murder without it.

Dean washes the blood off his hands, sheds his bloody flannel to reveal a clean one underneath, then takes a few minutes to loot the house. He doesn't find much more than a hundred bucks, but he snags a couple extra flannels from the dad-to-never-be's closet.

Now to wait for the next press release.