"So who are we up against this month?" Sam asked Castiel.

"This cycle is Cancer, and I believe his name is Karkat." Castiel answered.

"Does he have any fancy powers like Sollux?" Dean questioned looking up from what he was reading.

"Not if you consider grumpiness a fancy power," The angel said looking over at Dean.

"He isn't like the hulk and grow into a giant monster when he gets angry right?" Sam asked.

Castiel shook his head. "No, not that I know of."

"Where is he now?" Dean wondered, "Or do you not know yet?"

"We've tracked him in a few locations, he isn't really that hard to miss if you know who you're looking for," Castiel responded.

Sam nodded, "Any special things we should be looking for? Like Sollux had his red and blue glasses and eyes, does Karkat have anything like that?"

Castiel thought for a moment then said, "He is kind of short, and like I said before, really grumpy. But his blood color is the same as ours so that won't be a tell."

"Do they all have the same bracelet?" Sam asked remembering the one Sollux was wearing.

"I'm not sure," Castiel admitted, "I haven't seen them all up close to recognize that, sorry."

"It's ok, any idea's on where to go to, to look?" Dean asked.

"They said that he may have been entering the bars or places like that," Castiel said.

"Is he a drunk?" Sam joked.

Castiel shrugged, "Not that I know of, but I could be wrong. Who knows what he's up too in their."

"Guess we have to check up on weird reports in bars till we find him," Dean said turning to Sam.

Sam nodded, then opened up his laptop, "I'll check and see if there's any already."

"What's up with you?" the bartender asked the pale looking man who was slumping over the edge of the bar.

"Nothing," he grumbled. "Why the fuck would you care anyways?"

"Because," she said rolling here eyes, "You show up here every night and who the hell knows what you do when I'm not looking."

The man by the bar snorted, "So you're not worried about me, you're just worried about what I may be doing to the rest of these fuck asses."

"Customers," she corrected.

"What?" he hisses.

"You heard me, they're not 'fuck asses', the bartender quoted, "They're people who come here to pay money to drink and eat whatever me or the chef serve up."

"Is that so?" the man mumbled.

"It indeed is," the lady said with a smirk. She picked up a glass and filled it with ice that was under the bar and filled it up with various liquids and carried it away to someone else in the bar.

Carefully, the man by the bar pulled out a small bottle with clear liquid and poured it into the cooler of ice. I tiny little grin appeared across his face, "let's see if this worked as good as it did the last time."

"...I know, they seem to like to do that to you all the time," the bartender said with a slight laugh in her voice. She carried the empty glass over to the ice cooler and dumped a few frozen chunks into the cup making a small clanging sound. Then once again she started filling the cup with various liquids and handed it back to the man.

After about fifteen minutes of about three different bartenders scooping ice out of the bucket the first once who was served with the tainted ice started to feel the affect. He started coughing, disrupting the whole bar. Soon afterwards he started coughing up small blood drops into his hand. "Oh god, where's the bathroom?" he managed to croak out.

One of the bartenders pointed towards the back of the bar at the bathrooms. Quickly the coughing man hopped off his chair and ran to the bathroom. Within seconds later a few more people were coughing up small blood drops. But the more they coughed, the more blood that spat out of their throat. Some tried to stop but it just ended up running out of their nose. "I'd say it worked," the pale man said looking around the bar.

Lazily he slipped off his chair and exited the bar. A few steps out and he heard the ambulance sirens blaring off in the distance. "Now where do they make the ice?" he asked himself walking away.

"So you're guessing it was him?" Dean asked after reading the article.

"Unless there's a more reasonable reason how formic acid all of a sudden appeared in people's drinks." Sam looked up at his brother, slightly raising his eyebrows.

Dean nodded, "Should we go visit the bar?"

"I'd say that would be a good a step to finding Karkat," Sam responded picking up the paper and standing up.

"OK," Dean said standing up as well. "Where is this bar again?"

Sam chuckled, "I'll lead the way, don't worry."

"What happened here yesterday?" Dean asked one of the bartenders.

"I don't know," a blond haired, almost middle aged man said, "For some reason, almost everyone who got a drink started getting really sick and coughed up blood. They all got sent to the hospital and a few of them died later on at the hospital."

"It was probably that weird guy by the bar every night, I knew I shouldn't have turned my back on him," the lady bartender said slyly.

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Just some grumpy, pale guy who appears at the bar every night and just sits their and sulks." The man said.

"How long has be been coming here?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," The lady said thinking a bit, "I think he first started appearing about a week or so ago."

"That's when this cycle started, about nine days ago," Dean said quietly to Sam.

Sam nodded and asked, "Does he wear a big black bracelet on his arm? Maybe it has some red, glowing spots on it?"

"Now that you mention it, I think he was," The lady recalled.

Dean looked over at Sam and nodded. "I'd say we found him."

"Ya, hey, do you have any idea of where he went?" Sam asked.

The bartender shook her head, "No clue, he slipped out during the mayhem of coughing people."

"I see," Sam said. "Well, thank you for your time."

The blond haired man nodded and shook Sam's extended hand, "Thank you for coming."

"What's your name, sir?" The desk assistant asked the pale man by the desk.

"Karkat," he said grimly.

"OK, and Karkat, why would you want a tour of the ice making plant?" she asked confused.

Karkat shrugged, "I just thought if would be a 'fun time', how the fuck should I know why I want to explore a plant other than to magically know who these fucking little cubes of frozen water be made."

The desk clerk looked at him in awe. "You don't have to tour it if you don't want to, it's not a requirement."

"Oh I know," Karkat said, "It's just, me and my, friends you could say, are going to do something to make this world full of fuck asses a different place."

"And exploring ice will help?" she asked.

"Yes yes!" Karkat almost yelled growing impatient. "Am I allowed to walk around or not?"

"I just need to get it cleared with the manager, and if he says yes, then you may get your tour. But if no, then..." The clerk explained.

"Then you guys make me get the fuck out of hear. Back to my own fruity rumpus asshole factory. Right, that's what you were going to say?" Karkat finished.

"Well, not those words. But a much nicer version of what you just said." She insisted.

"Still the same thing," Karkat said crossing his arms.

"I guess." she shrugged.

The desk clerk pushed a red button and picked up the phone, holding it to her ear. "Mr. Isaac, there's a man standing at my desk and he wants to know if you, or someone, could give him a tour of the factory.

"What?" Mr. Isaac yelled thought the speaker, "Why would someone want to tour a god damned ice factory. What's so special about it? The magic shape we make that's got the softest corners of any other ice cubes you've ever had before in your lifetime?"

"No, he said that him and his friends want to do some things to make the world seem like a better place.

'Not better you fuck ass, I said different, not better.' Karkat thought.

An annoyed sight transmitted out of the speaker. "Fine, I'll send in Dave, he'll be glad to have something to do."

"Well, looks like you're getting your tour after all." The clerk smiled. "Dave should be here soon to give you the tour so you can have a seat over their and wait till he comes back."

"Don't tell me what to fucking do," Karkat hissed, still standing where he was originally.

"Sorry," she said. "I just thought you would rather be more comfortable sitting than standing."

"Whatever," Karkat grumbled, still standing.

"Hey!" a blond haired man with sunglasses appeared in the room, "Someone call for a tour guide? Don't worry, this ice won't melt 'cause I'm too cool for it to be able to."

The desk clerk groaned, "Dave, you're not that cool, so stop acting like it. You work in an ice factory for god's sake."

"Jade, we've been over this, I'm a part time DJ. So ya, I'm pretty cool." Dave said crossing his arms.

"Whatever," Jade said rolling her eyes, "Just go have fun with your ice tour."

"I will, and this man over here will have the fucking best ice tour of my life, mark my words!" Dave yelled triumphantly holding a fist in the air.

"Ya, whatever, have fun." Jade said blankly typing on her computer.

"Can you believe her?" Dave asked turning to Karkat.

"No!" Karkat spat, "You all are a bunch of fucking annoying wigglers who have nothing better to do than act like complete jackasses!"

"Wo man, sorry to burst your bubble," Dave said defensively.

Karkat just stood their not saying anything, just standing with his arms crossed.

"OK fine, have it your way. Be grumpy, but It'll still be the best ice tour you've ever had," Dave tried.

"It's the only ice tour I've ever had fuck ass, and it'll probably be my last" Karkat sneered.

Dave let out a sad sigh, "Fine, let's just try to enjoy this as best as we can."

"No," Karkat stated following Dave as he started walking into the ice manufacturing plant.

"Fine, let me just show you around then. No cool things or anything?" Dave asked

"No, nothing at all, just show me the fuck around." Karkat demanded.

"Fine, fine," Dave said directing Karkat towards the ice distributing section. "Here is where we filter the water so it can be used for the ice cubes you see in restaurants and bars and such."

"Mind if I go see it close?" Karkat asked pinching his chin.

"Sure, that would seem pretty, cool," Dave said with a smug grin.

"Ha ha ha! Very funny. Ice is cool and freezing and go make a fucking pun about it, you know what? I'm just going to go see it myself." Karkat said loudly, annoyed.

"No, dude, that's not a good idea. You're not suppose to go by it alone if you're on tour. Don't you know the touring rules?" Dave said reaching out to grab Karkat's shoulder to stop him from walking towards the filterer.

Karkat rolled his eyes and started walking away from Dave, "Who says I have to fucking listen to you?"

"I do!" Dave nearly yelled, "You can't just come here and expect to wander around where ever you want."

Karkat turned around at looked at Dave directly in the eyes, "Watch me."

Dave seemed to look expressionless with his sunglasses covering his face. Karkat slowly began to walk backwards towards the filter. "I wouldn't, dude."

When Karkat got close enough to the large 'stream' of water that was filtered, he carefully unscrewed the cap of clear acid, he quickly turned around and threw the clear liquid into the stream. "Wouldn't what?" Karkat asked with a devious smirk.

"What the hell did you just put in their?" Dave panicked.

"Oh nothing," Karkat answered, "Just a little add on to the water supply."

Dave's eyes grew wide behind his shades. "You poisoned it, didn't you?"

Karkat clapped a little, "Congratulations, you caught onto my master plan."

"Their he is!" Dave heard someone yell behind him.

A gun shot was fired and vermillion colored blood started dripping on the floor. The pale man dropped down to the ground, clutching onto his ribs. "What the fuck, man!" Karkat hissed looking up at the man who shot him.

"Thanks to Jade here, we got a tip to where you'd be," Dean said still holding up his gun.

"Who are fuck are you?" Karkat asked, pain echoing in his voice.

"Oh ya, I forgot to tell you. My brother and I are the ones who are going to lead to your banishment from this universe. Just like your friend Sollux."

Karkat's eyes widened at the name, "What did you do to Sollux?"

"Don't worry, some angles took care of him, and you'll be meeting him soon too." Sam said grimly.

"Hey Cas," Dean called, "Where are you, we have a friend for you."

"For your information," the same lady who came to collect Sollux suddenly appeared, "Castiel isn't the one who goes to collect the trolls."

"Oh, well, excuse me," Dean said sarcastically.

"You should be," she said walking over towards Karkat. "And you are coming with me."

"And why the fuck would I do a stupid thing like that?" Karkat snapped.

"Because, I'm making you." she said grabbing him by his shoulder.

"Well what ever the fuck you end up doing to me, it won't matter cause I fucking did what I came here to do, and no one can stop that!" Karkat said.

"Oh well," she said yanking him up, "To bad you won't be around to see it."

And with that, both of them were gone. "Who was that?" Dave asked turning around, facing the three people who were behind him.

"Someone you should be glad we got rid of," Sam answered.

Dean nodded, then muttered, "Two down, ten to go."

"Thanks, Jade," Sam said turning to the girl beside him.

Jade nodded, "I owed you two anyways."

Dean grinned while looking down at his gun, "Ya, almost became monster meat that one day."

"Ya," Jade said.

"Well, we better get going, get ready for whatever we find next." Sam said to them.

Dean nodded, "OK, let's go."

"Well that was fun," Dean said after him and Sam entered their hotel room.

Sam nodded, "But what do you think he did to the water? We weren't their soon enough to see what happened with that."

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, but I'm guessing he added whatever he added to the ice in the bar yesterday."

"One thing we know to not do for a while," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Don't drink anything with ice in it around here, wait till we get somewhere more farther away from this town."

Dean sighed, "OK, I'll try not to."

"So that means, no fast food drinks, that don't come out of bottles, no drinks at bars, nothing like that." Sam warned.

"I know, I know," Dean said.

"Sam's right," Castiel said appearing behind the two brothers. "You must be careful because the formic acid Karkat added into the water is very toxic and you could end up dead in up to six hours."

"That explains all the recent deaths with the people at the bar." Sam thought out loud.

"So, who's up next cycle?" Dean asked.

"Leo," Castiel said, "We haven't figured out who he, or she is yet, but I'll let you know when we find that out."

"OK, thanks Cas," Dean said.

"No problem," the angel said then transported out of the room, off to some other place he needed to be.

"Guess the fun is just beginning," Sam said when Castiel was gone.

"Oh ya," Dean mused, plopping down on his bed, "So much fun."