Castiel wasn't prepared for his sister's coming, but before he even turned around he sensed her boiling anger.

"Hello Tabbris," he greeted her respectfully. The Winchester brothers stood behind him, looking at the newcomer with curiosity. Tabbris had settled in a brunette woman's body that was perhaps thirty years old, but was in great physical shape. As she strode across the motel room's ugly carpet her taut muscles seemed ready to spring into action.

"Hello Castiel. Hi boys," she snapped before she gave Castiel's hair a hard yank. He merely responded by looking at her with confusion.

Dean and Sam were stunned. Not only did this angel feel more like a person they could relate to, she could actually get away with pulling Cass' hair. They had wanted to do that for some time ever since he had come back from Heaven with little to no emotion.

"I like her," Dean chortled to his brother. Sam grinned.

"What is the matter, sister?"

"Can't you feel it Castiel? Can't you-taste it?" She hissed, her pale green eyes narrowing. She gripped his biceps, digging into his trench coat.

"What you think is traitorous," Castiel told her. His voice held an edge. Sam eyed the two angels warily.

"Dean…. we may want to get out of here. These two look like their going to start throwing punches," Sam worried. His big brother glanced up at him.

"Give it a few minutes. I want to know what the hell's going on."

Tabbris let go and smashed her fist onto the television set, successfully caving it in.

"Castiel! Our home is in turmoil! A second war is coming! A new Lucifer is rising!" She yelled.

"Be still," Castiel commanded coldly. Dean's eyes grew wide.

"A second war?" He murmured. "What?"

"Zechariah is trying to take over. He is trying to usurp power from our Father. You know something is wrong up there, Castiel," Tabbris said. She was trying reign in her emotion. Sam watched as Cass seemed to give in to her words.

"I-I was in the wrong. I was questioning too much," he said in an attempt to reassure himself of his position.

"You were not questioning our Father. You have never questioned him," she replied kindly. Castiel turned from her and stared at the floor in desperation. She waited for him to speak.

"Cass…what's going on?" Dean asked him. The angel's face tightened before he admitted, more to himself than to anyone else, "There's something wrong in my home. There's something wrong in Heaven."

"So you have felt it."

"Yes….I have felt it. It's as if it has become tainted," he began. "But I could never quite find out what was wrong-what was out of place."

Sam and Dean exchanged concerned looks. This didn't sound too hot.

"Who else knows of this?" Castiel questioned Tabbris.

"Adnachiel. She was the first to suspect," she responded. She sat on one of the beds, resting her elbows on her knees. Castiel smirked slightly at the name.

"Of course." He cocked his head. "She is coming."

Then Dean had the shock of his life. He was used to angels randomly appearing before him, he had gotten better at dealing with them showing up in his car, but he had never dealt with an angel appearing directly next to his head while they hung upside down and greeted him by saying, "So you're the guy who started the apocalypse right?"

"Aaah!" he yelled, jumping into his brother. "What the hell!"

"Adnachiel…is what you would call eccentric," Tabbris apologized. Sam pursed his lips in a tight line as he tried to contain his laughter. Dean however, watched the angel walk along the ceiling with his eyebrows drawn down and his mouth open.

"Hi Cassy!" She exclaimed. Her long gorgeous black hair tickled his nose as he looked up at her.

"Hello. Now come down, little sister."

"But why? It's more fun."

Dean's mouth opened wider.

"She calls you Cassy?!"