WHO: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (briefly), Uriel, an NPC angel, and Alastair. WHAT: Framing a demon, watching said demon get tortured, having someone else get tortured in return - basically, a lot of bad. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Starts in Lawrence, Kansas. Ends in an abandoned warehouse in Ainsworth, South Dakota. RATING: High for violence. Probably language as well.
It had all been so very simple before. Alastair would roam free, make some sort of name for himself among those hunters and their pesky human friends, and then when the others came poking around for information they would find that the demon had been behind everything that had happened rather than Uriel himself. The mysterious deaths. The ranks of his family slowly thinning; not solely because of the battle before, but because Zachariah and a few others, Uriel included, had decided that it was time to weed a few of the more threatening wings out. No one would suspect a thing if they had the evidence to plant on someone. Upper level demon like Alastair, perhaps even Lilith herself? It was indeed the best option for them to take. Alastair could have been chasing after the angels. Lilith could have been in charge of the entire operation. Naturally, the entire matter would be taken without question amongst his brothers and sisters because they had no reason to doubt that a demon would stoop to such behavior. It had been flawless. The perfect plan, all shattered to ruins because Alastair couldn't keep his hands to himself. Uriel should have expected it. For as useful as having Alastair roaming the earth was, he was also very much a demon. Stupid scum, not intelligent enough to keep his head down when it was best. Uriel couldn't have blamed him for chasing after those humans in Lawrence (he personally found their barbaric behavior to be quite amusing), but the way that he had gone about it had been particularly frustrating nonetheless. Why not go for the more subtle angle? Why did the moron have to put on such a big show? Now that Buffy girl and her friends had torn the bastard aside, leaving Uriel with no choice but to take him in among those he worked alongside. It would have been more reasonable to let him slip through his fingers once more, but it was impossible to do so when there were so many of his siblings around watching the demon.
That, of course, meant that blaming Alastair alone was out of the picture. The alternate choice, Lilith, was still available. The angels would pry at the demon. Alastair would deny everything. That was very much how the routine had passed thus far. However, they weren't all quite finished yet. A silent word passed through their ranks, one that was far more commanding than even his own. "Bring Dean Winchester to the demon," said the voice, "for he will find truth where others will not."
Some of the angels heartily agreed. Others, like himself, turned their noses silently on the idea. Uriel would not question the command openly. To do so would have been a crime. He may have pushed things in the past, but this was a line not even he dared to cross. So he stepped forward and took his place at the side of his brother, volunteering to assist with convincing Dean Winchester to do what had to be done. Zachariah would have wanted for someone to keep a very close eye on the situation. Who better than himself to see the deed through? Determined, yet somewhat annoyed, Uriel bowed his head to his superiors and vanished. He would find Dean Winchester. The pest of a man would get to play with his former torture master, they would find nothing worth taking note of, and Uriel would be able to move on with his life.
The angel appeared outside of the motel that he knew Dean Winchester occupied. He kept to the dark, waiting. Silently waiting. For as much as he knew that the room was Dean's, he was also aware that Dean was not it's current occupant. The younger brother, Samuel, was easily sensed as moving around the room inside. As tempting as it would have been to drop in on the boy for a bit of an entertaining chat, Uriel was here strictly for business. And so, he waited. His target would arrive soon enough.