The day has taken its toll on the brothers and they are quite tired. Dean pulls over into motel a bit off the highway so that they can rest. They get a room. Dean settles into a bed and into a deep slumber. Castiel is also tired. The borrowed grace wearing on him. Sam is restless but also eventually gives into a nap. The three are scattered about the room.

Azrael listens from the room next door. Once she hears that they are settled in she too lies on the bed. She does not need sleep. She does not dream. She watches the dreams of those in the next room in her mind's eye. She brings them peaceful rest without the trio being aware of it. As she lies in the silence, the TV turns on in her room. Azrael hears an all too familiar voice echo from the TV.

She doesn't not even sit up to look at the TV as she calls out the source. "Really, you have resorted to porn?" She remains face down on the pillow as a figure manifests at the foot of the bed. The figure is of someone has has missed a great deal. She has missed all of them. The chaos of this new age is destroying them... destroying all of them.

"Give the people what they want." Azrael is whacked on her bottom by Gabriel. Azrael mumbles to him. "The vessel needs sleep."

Gabriel lies next to her on the bed. "Don't give me that vessel crap. We both know you are the only one of us who has walked among them enough to not need a vessel, love. You are just trying to ignore me." Damn Archangels, Azrael thinks to herself.

"Will it work." Gabriel does not know how happy Azrael is to see him. She knew his death was a ruse but then again it is hard to tell what is a ruse and what is not at this moment in time but her books do not lie.

"Nope." Gabriel pokes her in the side. Azrael turns her head and takes in the sight of yet another of her older brothers. As a group, they are truly putting the fun in dysfunctional.

"I see you have chosen to keep them close." He motions towards the wall.

"Yes… for a number of reasons." Azrael knows Gabriel is fishing for her thoughts. Fishing for information as to what she is going to do. She is not ready to reveal. After all, it is impossible to reveal what you don't actually know.

"Have you seen them." Gabriel's reference is regarding quite a different set of siblings. His voice takes on a serious tone that Azrael has not heard from this Trickster for centuries.

"Yes, they are together. You know Lucy thinks he killed you." This time Azrael casts a line. She knew her brothers were battling. She never thought it would ever escalate to this level of wickedness.

"Yes." Gabriel's tone maintains the edge.

"You know there is going to be hell to pay when he finds out." Azrael attempts to lighten this dark discussion with humor.

"Ba Da Bum." Gabriel taps Azrael on the leg. "He doesn't have to find out." Gabriel rolls onto his side to make eye contact with his youngest sibling.

"Really how do you suppose to do that?" Azrael knows the answer but is quite willing to play along with this little game as a distraction to her own dark thoughts.

"You can resurrect me."

"You want me to lie to the Devil and fake a resurrection?" Azrael sighs at Gabriel. "Believe it or not resurrection is not the universal answer to every problem.

"You have done worse for better."

"I'll think about it."

"You'd better get moving your charges are stirring." As quickly as Gabriel appeared, he is gone. Azrael listens for a moment taking in the sounds next door. She knows Dean is still in a brief moment of peace. Sam is beginning to stir. The angel she needs a word with is up and about. Azrael runs her fingers through her hair and heads outside.

She stops and stares at the front of her ride. A "God is my co-pilot" license plate has appeared on the front of it. Looking towards the sky she mumbles. "You are truly twisted my brother, truly twisted." She shakes her head and takes up a position leaning against the hood of the Impala.

Castiel can feel her presence. He walks outside before Dean and Sam stir from their slumber.

"Azrael, may I speak freely." He takes up a position next to her. "Of course."

"I am troubled by your visit to Metatron." She can hear it in his voice. She knows the angels have come to Cass searching for guidance. They were searching for a leader. She needs him to be that leader.

"I know you are Cass. Trust that I know what to do… I just don't not yet know how to do it." Cass looks at Azrael with confusion. He knows she is withholding information. It is not his place to question Azrael. Azrael would love to share her plans. That is, if she actually knew what her plan was to be.

"Do you trust in me Castiel." Castiel looks at her intensely as if the answer will manifest on her forehead. "Yes, Azrael. I trust in you."

"Then I need for you to do something for me." Castiel can hear the intensity in her voice. "Anything." It is not his place to question the hierarchy.

"I need for you to lead them." Azrael is standing squarely in front of him. She tips his chin so that he looks into her eyes. Castiel attempts to speak but is silenced by Azrael's finger on his lips. "In a time of universal deceit - the truth is a revolutionary act, Casteil."

The door behind Azrael opens as she leans down and kisses Castiel on the cheek and touches his face. He can feel it in her touch. He feels the warmth run through him. She has returned his grace to him. "Trust no one except those you already do." Azrael turns towards Dean and Sam who are now standing behind her. She takes in the messy hair and sleepy eyes of the pair. Mortals are curious creatures.

"Sleep well, Darlings?" She kisses both of them on the cheek as she pulls out her keys. She lingers in front of Dean for a moment. She knows her aura brings him calm and she needs him calm. Dean breathes in the now familiar scent that signals Azrael's presence. She gives them all a wink as she opens the door of the car. She gets in and starts the engine. As she backs the car out of the driveway, another car is waiting for Azrael. The car is familiar, it is a bright red Mustang. The chariot of War. Castiel knows there is nothing to fear for Azrael but it still makes him uneasy.