'Well, there's not much lore on here Dean. Nobody really knows what Metatron did, and there's nothing on the tablets saying anything like that. He bent the rules for himself, and god damn it, I don't know how but...' Sam continued to mumble aimlessly for a couple more minutes until he looked at Dean expectantly.

'Sounds great Sam'

'Did you hear a thing I just said?'

'I heard enough to know it's all crap and there's nothing we can do' The two of them had been failing at research, which usually didn't happen, and Sam was getting pretty frustrated.

'Look, Dean, we can't give up! I mean, this is pretty much the worst thing that could have happened. But once you've accepted that it's not so bad! And we both know that there has to be some kind of way out of this. If you can turn of the angelness then surely you can turn it back on, right?'

'That sounds right' Cas stood in the doorway, two towels wrapped around him and water drops dripping off his hair. Dean could see his lower stomach and the line of hair snaking its way up his torso. He had to tear his eyes away.

'You think so Cas?'

'Well, he used my grace. Like Anna could sense where her grace was, as can I. I know that he still has it somewhere,' Cas mumbled. He didn't like discussing the topic but he was always in a good mood after a shower. He liked to have incredibly long ones and sometimes Dean heard him singing, which made Dean heart beat faster with happiness and his stomach fills with butterflies.

'Ok, well that's a start I guess'

'The other problems being that we can't get into Heaven, and even if we did we wouldn't stand a chance against Metatron. So what do you suggest now?' Dean couldn't help but be grumpy. He knew the others felt shit too, especially Cas. God, Dean hadn't lost who he was in the last two weeks. But he couldn't just sit there and let them have false hope when deep down in him, he knew that there was no way to fix this.

'Well, we could try and find a-'

'Why don't you just stop Sammy?'

'What?' Sam said, a mix of anger and astonishment on his face.

'There's no way out of this! How do you expect us to fly up into heaven with one overgrown man, one depressed alcoholic 'mother' and one baby in a freaking trench coat? For once in our miserable lives we don't stand a chance. And there's nothing we can do, we're powerless! We're the ants being squashed under Heaven's boot!'

Cas gaped at Dean, the water dripping down his face could have been tears but Dean couldn't be sure. Sam scowled at him. 'I'm going for a drive'

Dean stormed out of the motel room and leaped into the Impala, slamming the door behind his and turning the keys in the ignition. He regretted what he'd said but he was right. What chance did they have really? He'd given up, because he could see that they had no chance. Sam was blind, always so determined to do stuff. And Cas was Cas. He just followed them around like an obedient, scared little puppy.

Dean grabbed a bottle of beer from the glove box and gulped the stuff down, wiping the drips off his chin with the back of his hand. His phone rang but he drowned out the noise with Blue Oyster Cult pumping through the car. He sand along in his slightly out of tune way until the ringing stopped and he turned the music back down.

'So what's your hissy fit about now Dean?' Dean slammed his foot onto the brakes so fast he almost flew into the kerb. Swivelling in his seat, he saw the old man from yesterday.

'Who the hell are you and maybe I'll say' he growled.

'Alright, let's go grab a coffee. There's a nice place just down Holmdene Boulevard' he pointed down a symmetrical street with one coffee shop with a neon sign.

'Alright then' Dean pulled into a park and opened the door for the other man.

'Thank you' he coughed out and headed into the shop. Dean followed behind slowly, and when he entered, he realised he couldn't see the old man anywhere. Instead, sitting in one of the booths, flirting with a waitress, he saw an all too familiar face. A should-be dead face. The face of the archangel Gabriel.

A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for favoriting and following (if you have, if not then why the hell not?!) Obviously I don't know what's gonna happen in season 9 but my friend and I were discussing some of the stuff we'd like to happen and this was some of it! I should be updating every other day, sometimes more often than others, but you'll just have to bear with me! One other thing, if you don't ship Sabriel, get out now! Don't forget to review, I'd love to hear what you think!