"I'll settle for an apartment, if we live through this War of the Angels thing," Runa replied. She nudged her friend. "Come on, let's go back inside and see what's going on. Maybe we can get one of them to drive us into town for some food."

Kyra nodded and headed back inside, glancing around to see who was readily available. So she saw Dean first. He looked at them to see if he was about to get hit or cried on, neither of which he wanted.

Runa saw Dean first as well.

"Hey," she said. "Quick question. Anyone willing to give us a ride into town for some dinner? It's kind of been a long day, and food we don't have to cook ourselves sounds amazing."

"Sure," Dean said after a moment. "Bobby, you may as well come out too. No need to be a hermit."

Kyra snorted at the look Bobby gave him.

"Come on, I'll drive. Sammy! We're going to get food! Don't make me leave without you!"

"I do just fine here," Bobby muttered. But he didn't argue, just heading out the door.

"Honestly, Dean, you don't have to yell," Sam said, coming out of the nest room. "Let's go."

Dean headed out to his car, letting the girls get in the back again. He figured Bobby would follow with his own car, so once everyone was in he headed for town to find a good place to eat.

Runa slid into the back seat with Kyra, getting comfortable. It really was a gorgeous car, and she liked it. Once the car started moving, she relaxed just slightly. For the moment, the danger had passed, and she knew exactly who was responsible for that. So, for the first time in her life, she prayed.

'Castiel... Thank you for what you did.'

Once they got to the diner in town and they were all seated, Sam leaned on the table a bit.

"So," he said. "I guess we just go about things as normal for now? I mean, we don't exactly have any leads on Crowley or anything at the moment, and we can't just sit around waiting for news."

Dean nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "Just find hunts and see what we can do."

And wait to see how long it took before they all wanted to kill each other, but Kyra didn't add that aloud.

Runa had no problems insinuating it, though.

"Well, I'm willing to bet your hunting style and ours are a bit different," she said. "We'll have to see how well they mesh."

"If all else fails, we can snag you a car," Dean said with a little shrug.

Kyra snorted at that but didn't actually offer an opinion, since a waitress came over to get their orders.

Runa rolled her eyes a bit, but gave the waitress her order. A bacon cheeseburger sounded fantastic after everything that had already happened.

Dean grinned and also ordered the bacon cheeseburger, because that's what he always got. Kyra just got a salad.

Sam also got a salad, and Bobby rolled his eyes at all of them from over his club sandwich.

About a week later, things were still going okay. No one had tried to kill anyone else yet and they were going after the Horn again, to see if they could actually get hold of it this time.

Because the Horn was being kept in an upscale museum, Runa decided to dress the part to get in and case the building. A modest, colorful skirt paired with a black sweater and black faux-wingtip heels, along with her hair brushed out nice and pinned out of her face, got her into the building easily to look around. It was much better than pretending to be with the janitorial crew, at least, and she had no issues hexing out cameras if she had to. Perks of being an antichrist and all.

Dean had gone with her to make sure nothing went awry. And so he could see the damn thing with his own eyes. He was in a suit (of course, Sam was getting revenge for something), and he tugged uncomfortably at the collar of the shirt as he accompanied Runa inside.

"So where's this thing supposed to be?" he asked quietly, glancing around.

"Further inside," Runa replied as she deftly walked in her heels. She had been extremely pleased to find them; it had been an emergency shopping trip to replace some of their disguises that had been lost in the fire, and the shoes had been a bargain find. "Don't pull at your collar. Hold still for a moment." Reaching up, she straightened his tie a bit, and then slipped her arms through one of his. "Now walk with me, pretend you're my date or something."

Dean grumbled but did as he was told, strolling along with her and trying to relax. It was hard. He did not like monkey suits, and this one was no more comfortable than any others he'd worn. But he tried to be patient.

"If it helps any, you look good in a suit," Runa commented as they walked through the different rooms.

"I hate these things," Dean muttered, though secretly he was pleased. He liked being complimented, after all.

"We'll get you back into your jeans and jacket soon," Runa said. She paused as they passes a glass case. "This is it," she said suddenly. "This is what we came for." There was a plain-looking old bugle in the case, but to Runa's demonic sense, it flared with holy power.

"That old thing?" Dean eyed it dubiously before he shrugged. "Alright. You got a genius plan for how we get it?"

"Maybe," Runa replied, already going over things in her head. "We have to come back later anyways, so let's go meet with the others."

"And I can get out of this damn thing," Dean muttered, walking back out with her. He was quick to take off the jacket and tie, unbuttoning the top button of the shirt and tossing the extra stuff in the back of the Impala.

"Just think," Runa teased as he took off the jacket and tie, "a lot of women just love a man in a well-fitted suit." She did, however, switch her heels for the pair of flats she had stashed in the car.