Castiel said nothing the rest of the night, despite Camael's constant pestering and attempts to get a rise out of him. When morning came, he heard a knock at the metal door of the compartment. He could hear Sam and Dean on the other side.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sam asked. He looked around the deserted looking storage center.

"Come in." Castiel opened the door and they entered the compartment. Castiel took a quick look around outside before shutting the door behind them.

"Exactly what is going on, Cas?" Dean asked. It took him a second for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, and then he looked Camael up and down before looking back to Cas. "This is her?"

"Oh good, the boys are here." Camael bit her bottom lip provocatively. "You're doing all my work for me, Castiel."

"We need to rip her out of the vessel." Castiel ignored the other angel. "There has to be a way. A spell. Something that will take her out without killing the prophet."

"That's a tall order." Sam scratched his head as he stared skeptically at Camael. "I don't think I've seen anything in the lore that would even give us a clue where to start."

"I'll give you a clue." Camael rose her hand up like she was in class waiting to be called on by a teacher. "You have to be an archangel. You don't have the power, Castiel."

Castiel looked away and gritted his teeth. That was not the answer he wanted to hear, even if he knew it was probably the case. He looked back at Sam and Dean.

"If anyone can find a way, it's you two." Castiel shrugged. "I'm out of options. See what you can find out. If there's nothing, I'll just have to kill her."

"Kill her? But the prophet-" Sam's eyes darted from Castiel back to Camael as he trailed off.

"She's an archangel. She's known for removing anything that has outlived it's usefulness." Castiel stared over at Camael. She smiled back at him and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"And that means you?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded. "Look man, I'll see what we can do."

"I know you will, Dean." Castiel nodded at the Winchester boys as they left the compartment. Castiel sighed and sat back down at his desk.

Camael periodically taunted him and cackled at his silence, but Castiel was determined not to let her get to him. He didn't want to give up if there was a chance at saving Naomi, but at the same time… Castiel couldn't risk the archangel stopping him. In a way, he was lucky she had come alone. But Camael was always cocky about her assassinations. Castiel started to concoct a plan. She was impulsive, and her arrogance when it came to be in control of situations was something Castiel could exploit. Castiel pulled out his cell phone and checked the time. He didn't have long. The holy oil would burn for a few days if he was lucky. Castiel prayed the boys would find a solution. If they couldn't, Castiel knew what he would have to do.