[h2]Castiel[/h2]

The search for Dean Winchester was over, at last he could begin his mission. The best part about this was that he didn't even have to locate the Winchester now that he had the appropriate form. Instead he was being summoned to their location, he could feel it in the core of his being the summoning of him to a location.

Uriel was right about the Winchesters, about all humans really. He stated they were not one's to sit around & wait. His exact words had been more so along the lines of these hairless apes don't know the meaning of patience. Not like them at least, cosmic soldiers of the father of creation who were able to stand guard & dormant for centuries awaiting their next mission. Awaiting the next instructions in their celestial mission to cleanse the world of it's greatest evils that plagued it. This path he was assigned to was now the reason the ritual was calling him to the location of the older winchster brother.

[i]It's time, this meeting should serve to be far more productive then our last as this visage is one that will bring you no harm neither from it's sound or appearance.[/i] With that he was gone on his way to the destination. A show of power followed his manifestation in the area. The very barn itself shook violently at the sheer power that flowed from the divine warrior no doubt alerting the humans inside.

There he was in Novak's body finally about to get this mission on the road. His heightened senses allowed him to pick up on the fact that there were not one nor two but three mortals within the confines of this dwelling. He could feel all sorts of magically enhanced sigils around & within the location made to ward off a wide myriad of supernatural creatures. Unfortunately none of them would have any effectiveness at stopping this warrior of thursday. Using nothing but a flex of his power the barn doors swung open and slowly the angel in the trench-coat stepped forward. 

[i]Bang Pop Sizzle[/i]

One by one the various lights illuminating the barn exploded, glass shattering as a mere side effect of his divine power. Whether or not the humans instinctively flexed or shielded themselves from the glass being flung from the exploding lights that illuminated the barn had no bearing on him what-so-ever. If he intended to bring the Winchester or his allies harm, there was truly nothing in their possession currently that would be of any use in stopping him. 

An aura of utter & absolute calmness radiated from the soldier as he stepped through the devil's trap that had been drawn right at the entrance of the bar. Unlike the many demons they had combatted over the years the trap had zero effect on this entity indicating that he was not of demonic origin. There in-front of of his eyes lay the man that he'd raised out of the pit on orders from the Heavenly Host. As he continued stepping forward slowly but methodically there was but one thought on his mind as he continued in his approach, that he had a message of upmost importance to deliver to Dean Winchester. 

"Hello Dean, we [b][i]need[/i][/b] to talk. [b][i]I[/i][/b] am the one who gripped you tight & raised you from perdition."