She walks into the darkness seemingly unafraid of the secrets that the night holds. She walks with purpose and direction undaunted by those following her. A glance cast over her shoulder sends them scattering for cover as she continues on her journey. Sam feels the cool breeze cast through the room as Castiel immediately turns his gaze from their prisoner. Castiel sniffs the air like a dapple deer which gets the attention of Sam and Dean in an instant. Castiel is aware of something that they are not as there is a change in the air of the room. Moreover, their prisoner turns white as a ghost at the smell of the scent now wafting through the room like it is carried on a breeze. The scent that fills their nostrils is sweet. It triggers memories of the scent of lily of the valley for Dean. Lily of the Valley is the scent their mother always wore. The scent of Lily of the Valley in spring brings Dean peace in a very, very unsettling way.
Castiel immediately secures the bonds of their capture as a woman suddenly manifests before them. She does not speak as the scent grows more intense in the air around them. It surrounds them like a bond, both Dean and Sam are rendered motionless by an unknown force yet they do not feel threaten. The expression on Castiel's face is one of recognition and uncertainty. Their prisoner's expression is one of recognition coupled with pure terror at the sight of the woman.
Castiel moves away from the prisoner toward the center of the room squaring up to the intruder. The woman's expression is soft as a gentle smile crosses her face. She extends her hand towards Castiel. Castiel takes her hand into his own, gently kisses her hand as he assumes a position of reverence in front of her. The scene unfolding before them astonishes Sam and Dean. There have been few moments of genuine reverence from Cass. The woman motions, raising Castiel from his position of reverence, guiding Castiel into an embrace. The woman kisses Castiel on the cheek following with a brush of her hand on his face. As quickly as she manifested before them, the woman vanishes.
Sam and Dean are instantly released from the invisible bonds that had previously held them. Dean's eyes dart around the room for a clue, for a sign that would explain what the hell just happened. Someone just walked through all of their defenses. Now and that is alarming. Dean runs the vision of the woman through his head. She carried no visible weapon. She did not speak yet she had power, great power. The woman rendered them immobile with no more than what could be a thought. Her presence struck fear in an angel. There was something familiar about her. Something hauntingly familiar.
Sam attempts to speak. "Cass, what in the hell was that?" Castiel looks at both him and Dean with a look of reassurance as he turns his attention back to their prisoner. As Castiel removes the tape from the angel's mouth, Castiel cannot prevent the reveal of the identity of their most recent guest. "You called Azrael?" The name immediately makes Dean's blood boil. Castiel can see it the change in Dean's disposition. Castiel responds with. "Did she look like a demon?" Castiel turns towards Dean glances up at him. "Azrael killed my mother." Dean offers with the unrepentant hatred warranted on the reveal and the shock of a new manifestation.
"You killed Azazel. The yellow eyed demon was something quite different." "That was Azrael that stood before you." Castiel offers as an explanation that he knows is not quite yet registering with Dean. Dean squares up to Castiel. "Well, Lucy, you've gots some splaining to do." Dean waves his fingers at Castiel. Sam is also curious as to who that was and why one angel saw a friend while the other cowers in fear. "In time." There is a distinctive change in Cass that both Dean and Sam of pick up on. Castiel returns his full attention to the Metatron matter at hand.
Crowley sits in the darkness alone in the solace of a moment away from Abaddon. The window is open which allows the scent to fill the room. The scent is all too familiar. The room is filled with the scent of Lilly of the Valley, Peonies and Lilac. The scent brings a smile to his face. She is among them. Someone had summoned her back to this plane. He wonders if it was possibly Dean and Sam but how could they know of Azrael, the true Azrael. In all of the time he has known them, he never had seen them research Azrael. Lucifer's Azazel was one thing. This Azrael is quite another. A change in the wind seems to be on the way. He sits back in the leather chair and waits.
As Azrael had done with Castiel, in a moment she is standing in the center of the room. Unlike Castiel, Crowley bears her no reverence and no fear. He laughs as she turns and winks at him and evaporates in a second.