A few nights later, Kyra and Runa vanished out of the hotel room without a trace. They didn't leave a note, they didn't say anything.

Which meant Sam and Dean were freaking out the next day.

Well, mostly freaking out. There just wasn't enough left in the world to make the two of them genuinely freak out, but this came close.

"So, what, no sign of forced entry, no signs of a struggle..." Sam looked around. "Hell, Dean, the windows are even salted."

"No way some big baddie could get in here," Dean agreed, looking around. "Everything locked from the inside, too. They didn't just leave." He kicked one of the girl's duffels, scowling when he saw Runa's knife. "I got nothing, Sammy."

"I don't see how it's possible either, Dean," Sam said. "Everything about this says that they should still be here in the room." He looked at his brother. "Maybe Cas has an idea?"

"Maybe." Dean was quiet for a second before he called Cas. "Cas. We need your help," Dean said.

"I'm here," Cas said from the other side of the room. Dean hung up.

Sam didn't even twitch when Cas suddenly appeared.

"The girls are gone, Cas," he said. "We have no idea how, either."

"I spoke to them last night," Cas said, his voice calm.

"What about?" Dean demanded.

"They agreed to help me with the War, in their own ways."

"In their own ways? What does that mean?" Sam asked. "I thought they wanted to stay out of it. What did you say to them?"

"Not much. I just pointed out some things they could do to keep themselves from becoming targets." Cas shrugged a little.

"And they left without any of their hunting gear?" Sam pointed out, holding up the knife that was on the nightstand. "With the windows and door still salted and everything?"

Cas didn't say anything else, just looking at them with a raised eyebrow. "Was there anything else?"

Dean was quiet for a moment. "Do we need to worry about Gabriel?" Because he knew that look on Cas, he knew they weren't going to get anything else out of him.

"I... am not sure," Cas said after a moment. "As you know, Gabriel can be... Unpredictable."

"Unstable, more like," Sam muttered as he set the knife on the nightstand again.

Dean snorted, because he knew Sam was right. "Alright," he agreed. "Well, thanks, Cas." For almost nothing. They still didn't know where the girls were, although Dean wasn't sure why it mattered so much.

Cas nodded slightly and vanished again.

"So what now?" Sam asked. "Stash their things in the back seat until we find them?"

"Unless you've got a better idea, yeah," Dean said, grabbing one bag. "I don't think our normal methods of finding people will work on them."

"I think you're right," Sam said. "Let's grab their stuff, then. Maybe we can find a job in the area for a while."

Dean nodded, ling the girls' stuff out to his car and stashing it in the back seat. Hopefully the girls would be back soon.

Not soon enough, however.

Runa wasn't sure how much time had passed when she found herself back on solid ground in the cool, clean night air. Her skin still smoked slightly as the last of the sulfur and brimstone burned away, and their was a faint ring of sulfur dusted on the ground around her. Carefully, she stood up and looked around. She had no idea where she was.

"Great," she muttered. Grumbling under her breath in Latin, she brushed herself off and started walking. She could see lights in the distance; once she got to town, she could make some calls.

Nearly an hour later, Kyra landed down on solid ground, feathers fluttering down around her in a mini-torrent. She shook a little bit as she readjusted to actual air and grass and not just memories of it all. She stood slowly and looked around, looking for the nearest place to get a phone. Or a car.

Dean and Sam weren't near either of them, driving down the highway on their way to a case.

It was almost the middle of the night when Runa finally made it to town and got her hands on a phone. She wracked her memory for a moment before dialing the last number she remembered the Winchesters having. It started to ring, so that was a good sign. They hadn't ditched the number yet.

"Yeah?" Dean answered. He didn't recognize the number, so it could be any number of people calling, really.

"Dean?" Runa asked cautiously. "You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice right now."

"Runa?" Dean almost slammed on the brakes. "Where are you? Where the hell have you been?"

Sam swore a bit as Dean slammed on the brakes, but his attention was diverted when he heard who his brother was talking to.

"I really hope that question was a joke, Dean," Runa replied, leaning against the inside of the phone booth. She felt exhausted. "Listen, I'm topside now, and I could really use a ride, and my things, if you know where they are."

"Yeah, your things are in the back of my car," Dean said. "Look, you have any idea where you are? I can't track a pay phone."