Sam asked worriedly, "Is it safe for you to go back now? What if—"
"I'll be careful!" Castiel patted Sam on the shoulder. "Don't forget, I used to be a warrior of Heaven. I know how to survive up there. You focus on the problems in the real world. I'll bring back intelligence as soon as possible."
With no further farewells, Castiel vanished from where he stood, transforming into a streak of light that shot out through the gates of Hell. Once he returned to the real world, he would presumably open a passage to Heaven directly.
Dean watched the disappearing light and muttered, "I've got a feeling that guy's going to have rotten luck going back this time... Forget it. Let's deal with what we can handle first."
The real world, northern Montana.
Dean and Sam led a twelve-man hunter team here, tracking along a remote stretch beside Interstate 85.
According to Internet Addiction's analysis, the movement routes of ogres and other monsters mainly followed the highway network. Along the way, they would choose to operate near isolated small towns or rest areas.
Places like these had lone travelers or residents to serve as prey, while also making for a quick escape.
The first scene was an abandoned gas station.
All the convenience store windows had been shattered, the cash register had been overturned, and chip bags and soda cans littered the floor.
In the storage room behind the store, they found three mangled bodies: a middle-aged couple and a teenage boy. They looked like a family that had stopped here for shelter during their trip.
The bodies bore obvious bite marks, and parts of their internal organs had been hollowed out.
"Ogres did this, and there was more than one," Sam said, crouching down to examine the bite