Do you understand the seriousness of the orders been given to you?" Ramiel's voice was quiet but stern as he spoke to the assemblage of angels standing before him. His somber grey eyes addressed each angel in turn, most likely looking for any sign of defiance that any one of them would dare show in the light of their latest commands. "We can have no mistakes. No altercations. No heroes." His gaze shifted after his last word as he turned to stare down the youngest soldier in their midst. That means you, Castiel. His glare left no doubt in the younger angel's mind about what his superior wished to say. Don't you dare screw this up.
Castiel straightened his back infinitesimally; his attempt to look determined and unfazed despite the small ball of disquiet that had formed deep inside his chest. I am an angel of the Lord. He told himself. I have served my father faithfully for over two millennia. I will not allow another's skepticism to prevent me from doing my duty. He met the elder's stare headon. I am an angel of the Lord.
Whatever Ramiel saw in his eyes must have satisfied him, as the older angel's eyes shifted back to their original position: addressing the motley crew of soldiers that had been placed in his charge.
"I do not need to tell you what failure could mean. It is imperative that we save the Righteous Man before the first seal can be broken."
It was true; he didn't need to tell them. All angels were born (or created as some would say) with the knowledge of the scripture already burned into their minds. All there already knew the story of Lucifer and his fall, even if they hadn't been there to witness it themselves. All there already knew the gravity of the task that had been given to them. All there already knew what it meant for the future –both their future and the human's– if they failed.
"Do you understand?"
Each angel nodded their affirmation in unison. They knew the task that had been given.
"Good. We leave tonight."