Dean and Sam made it to the city in time to learn of a psyche patient jumping off a building.

Normally this wouldn't draw any attention, but they were trained to pick up on weird deaths like that. Especially since every sign said it was a suicide but the woman's twin sister was very convinced it was otherwise.

"So where exactly is Bobby's friend anyway?" asked Sam.

"In a bar. He said something about it being a haven for above and below, so we can't hunt anyone while we're there. Insulting to the point of blows is fine, but no hunting," said Dean.

Even Arael had heard of Midnite's bar. The demons who occasionally stopped by her cell loved it.

"Right. Let's meet up with him first then," said Sam.

The found a nice parking lot and Arael insured the Impala wouldn't be stolen by any punks before going in. Midnite rarely left the bar, mostly because he had made several enemies and was mostly an informant these days.

"What's with the card?" asked Dean.

"You want in? You have to be able to tell me what's on the other side," said the bouncer.

"Come on Dean, it's just a bird on a ladder... And how did I know that?" wondered Sam aloud to himself.

He had been able to see the other side clear as day. And he had no idea why.

The bouncer let him in. Dean tried, but saw nothing. So Arael took over.

"King on a throne with a rather tacky looking scepter," said Arael dryly. The bouncer wasn't even fazed, and let Dean through.

They went straight to the back, ignoring both angels and demons in the place. It was the only way they could handle not shooting them on sight.

"Come in," came the voice on the other side of the door.

Inside was a black man wearing some rather out-of-date clothing...but it was still acceptable.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. Never thought I would see either of you two grace my establishment until you either rose or fell. Particularly you Dean."

"Things change," said Dean evenly, before adding "Bobby said hi by the way."

"And how is that old man?" asked Midnite.

"Still as grumpy as ever," said Sam.

Midnite chuckled.

"So what can I do for you two? Come to sell some of the things your father collected? I guarantee that the artifacts never go into the hands of the uninitiated."

"Didn't know there was a place we could sell them. No, we're looking for someone. An arch angel by the name of Gabriel."

"Gabriel is currently at St. Trinian's church. I told Bobby that when he called," said Midnite.

"Castiel told us that the one who speaks with Constantine is really a seraph by the name of Kirael, one of Uriel's garrison. We want the real Gabriel not some faker," said Dean.

"Castiel? One of Micheal's garrison angels," said Midnite. He had heard increasing rumors that one of the angels under Micheal named Castiel had been asking around about one of the angels captured by Mephistopheles.

The other angels who came to the bar weren't happy. They didn't want anyone to know that they had abandoned one of theirs to the demons to keep the lower ranks happy.

Arael took over.

"I need to find Gabriel. He's the only one who can help fix some of the damage Alistair did without making things worse. We have to stop the Apocalypse from happening, because the angels sure as heaven aren't doing their job," she said flatly.

Midnite blinked.

"So that's how you got in. You must be Astarael."

"Call her Arael. Makes it harder for them to track her," said Dean.

"I don't know where Gabriel is, but I do remember a rumor back when I was still hunting about Loki, the pagan god. Something about how he wasn't really a trickster," offered Midnite.

"Loki?" said Dean in disgust. Sam made a face next to him.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing a tired man in a long black coat wearing a white shirt that reeked of cigarette smoke.

"Please, don't get up," he said getting a chair.

"And you are?" asked Dean.

"Constantine."

"Constantine, as in John Constantine the exorcist? Bobby said you were one of the best," said Sam.

"You've heard of me?"

"We heard you were one of the best exorcists in the game and that you often tell Demons to shove their pitchforks up their collective ass on a regular basis," said Dean.

"Sounds like John," said Midnite amused.

"And you two are?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

John paused.

"Winchester as in the Winchester brothers? There's been some major traffic about you two lately. Mostly about how you've been able to get ahead of the angels."

Dean and Sam were about to leave when Arael suddenly dove deeper into Dean's subconscious. A demon walked in, one that John clearly had a history with.

"Balthazar," growled John.

Suddenly he started coughing up blood. Sam and Dean helped him through the crowds outside.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. We're between hunts anyway. So what's this about demon activity on the rise?" asked Dean.

John told them about the case he was on.

"So recently you pulled a demon who was trying to claw it's way out of a little girl?" asked Sam.

"Demons can only possess right? So why would one try to get out like that?" said Dean.

"I don't know, but I've been feeling something big is happening recently."

Dean and Sam shared a look.

"What do you know about the Apocalypse?" asked Dean.

Constantine sat down and looked at them. They had given him a lift to his loft above the bowling alley, and he had decided to let them in on the hunt. He could use any help he could get at this point.

Besides, he had heard about the Winchesters, and unlike his pseudo apprentice Chas they knew exactly what they were doing.

"Enlighten me," he said.

Dean told him about the blood tournament Azazel brought together and how he had made a deal to bring his brother back. How he had unknowingly broken the first seal on Lucifer's cage when he spilled blood in the pit...and the hitchhiker he had hidden from the angels when they brought him back.

Arael appeared as well, and told John about how the angels weren't likely to try and stop the mess from happening because they wanted Lucifer out so they could end him permanently and allow Micheal to rule.

Constantine listened to them, and when he finally spoke, he saw the three words they needed the most.

"I believe you."

"You do?" said Sam in open relief.

"I've noticed an unusual amount of soul traffic lately, and the amount of half-breeds on Earth has been increasing for the past few months. Angels are assholes and I wouldn't put it past them to let Lucifer out just so Micheal could take over," said John.

Arael snorted.

"Gabriel once said that if he wasn't an angel himself he would call his brothers dicks with wings. Hardly any of them give a damn about humanity anymore and he was sick of all the in-fighting."

"I find it hard to believe Gabriel cares about humans when he's a bigger asshole," said John with venom.

"St. Trinian's church? That Gabriel?" asked Dean.

"You knew?"

"We were told by one of Micheal's that the angel claiming to be Gabriel is actually one of Uriel's garrison leaders... her real name is Kirael. And considering Cas didn't look disgusted when he shook Sam's hand and actually helped Arael without being asked, I think he's one of the few good ones," said Dean.

"So what do you want to do?" asked John.

"First we find out what's really going on in this city. We heard something about a psyche ward patient jumping, and the girl's twin said that she was devoutly Catholic. We both know demons can give pushes that can't been seen on tape," said Dean.

John nodded. He wouldn't put it past the demons to make a diehard Catholic commit suicide, or cause it.

John opened the door to reveal...the detective he kept running into.

"Come in," he said sarcastically. He had been hoping to hear from the Winchester brothers. They were out researching anything unusual about the town and avoiding the increased traffic from both sides.

Angela Dodson made her case, and when John chased after her when he saw the demon wings, he knew that something was definitely up.

He called the brothers to let them know where he was going. It was nice to have competent back up for once.

Dean was in the liquor store to get some beer for later, since he didn't want to go to Midnite's with all the increased traffic in the town. That was how he saw the priest come in looking rather deranged.

Arael took control and kept him from the alcohol.

"Easy there, padre. What's wrong?" she said in Dean's voice. She might not be able to heal or purge demonic influence, but she could knock him out without harming him.

"Have to... have to warn John."

"John Constantine?" she asked.

The priest nodded.

Arael gently tapped him on the head and knocked him out cold before he could hurt himself. She saw the angel behind the counter look at him in alarm and whistled for Sam. Between the two of them they were able to get the priest out of there without him getting killed.

Out of the corner of Dean's eyes, she spotted a demon looking rather put out that the priest had been rescued. It was Balthazar, the one John had been all too ready to kill from the club.

Dean called John.

"Constantine."

"John, we found a priest about to have a real go at a liquor store. Said that he had to warn you about something. He looked real spooked too...and your old buddy Balthazar was in the area looking really annoyed with us," warned Dean.

"Priest? He a fat fellow with a Wiccan amulet?" asked John on the other end.

Sam found the amulet.

"Looks like."

"Can you meet me at the loft? It's warded against demons," asked John.

"We'll be there in five," said Dean.

Once they got there they barricaded the door and salted it. Only after John and the detective drank the holy water did they let them in.

"Why didn't you call me you fat son of a bitch," muttered John as Arael woke him up.

Hennesy, the fat priest Dean had rescued, told John about the symbol he had found on the dead woman's body. Angela looked rather upset about the fact her sister had been possessed shortly before she had jumped.

Hennesy got a lift to Midnite's club, where he would be safe until this whole mess was sorted out. John wasn't risking one of his only friends if a demon was starting to target them. Beeman reluctantly went with him, mostly because John insisted.

He had so few people he could trust, and he would be damned if he let Balthazar take them out.

"So...who are you two?"

Dean was about to flash his fake badge when Arael took control. There was little point in lying, she would likely see through it anyway.

"My name is Arael and the body I'm borrowing belongs to Dean. The Sasquatch is Sam."

"Arael? Unusual name."

Dean mentally glared at his inner angel before he explained.

"Long story short I have an angel in my head and she doesn't exactly like the other winged dicks," said Dean.

"Winged dicks?"

"Angels are more like dicks with wings, because they don't give a shit about humanity, and the few that do care are too low ranked to do any good. Hell, they allowed a demon to help jump start the Apocalypse just so Micheal and Lucifer could have their big fight, winner take all," said Dean irritably.

"I would say you're crazy but..."

"With all that's happened lately you're more inclined to believe in the supernatural," finished Sam.

Angela nodded.

"Don't feel too bad. We were practically raised in this bullshit after our mother was killed by a demon," said Sam.