Azrael stands in the middle of her library. The hall is infinite and grand. There are books as far as the eye can see. She stands in the middle of the ornate marble floor tiled with an ornate compass rose. Her expression is very dark and brooding as she holds Gavin's book between her hands. She watches volumes fly from the shelves landing at her feet. With every word, with every movement, Gavin is unraveling time. This is the last thing she needs at this moment. Leave it to Crowley to create this level of chaos, as hard as it is to believe, out of love for his son.
Azrael knows she has no choice she has to make this right. She has to restore order and at this point she is now preparing to fight a war on two fronts.
Sam knows that they have to find Gavin. The question is where to begin to look for him. Crowley has the power to have released him anywhere but where he should be. Sam's gut tells him that Crowley released him in the here and now but they need talk to Cass. Cass will know how these things work. He waits downstairs for Dean to finish dressing.
They arrive at Castiel's headquarters finding it in full operation. Castiel knows there is a mole in among his legions. He must fine the traitor in his midst. Sam and Dean tell Castiel the story of Gavin and Abaddon. Castiel knows Azrael will have to intervene. The fact that Crowley's son is the rouge spirit makes this interesting.
Castiel tells the brothers about what sets this rogue spirit apart. "Dean, Sam." Castiel is pacing in front of them obviously lost in deep thought. "Abaddon put a wrinkle in time by bringing Gavin back. Crowley gave him power by acknowledging him as his son. He is the King of Hell. His power is absolute. Gavin has the power of the Prince of Darkness." Castiel is hoping beyond hope that Gavin does not yet know exactly how much power Crowley bestowed upon him. "Have you talked to Azrael about this?"
Sam looks at Dean for a moment. His gut is telling him that Azrael was exactly who Dean was talking to in his room. He looks at Dean as he asks. "Did we?" Dean can hear the doubt in his voice. "No. We didn't."
"Azrael will know. She would have seen the book out of place in the library." Castiel is still pacing around them. "Library?" Sam is intrigued by Castiel's answer.
"Her library. She has a book on every life, everyone who has ever lived." Castiel picked up on the edge in Sam's voice but this matter is more troubling than a squabble between siblings. "You are going to need a Time Lord."
Sam is stunned by that answer. "Time Lord? Isn't that from Dr. Who?" Castiel looks up at him with his typical deadpan expression. "Where do you think they got the idea? Honestly, all has been said and done. There is nothing new under the sun, Sam."
Sam cannot control the sarcasm in his tone. "So are we looking for a bright blue police box to pop up?" Dean has been quietly taking all of this in. He too is curious about this library of Azreal's. However, this Time Lord stuff seems hard to believe and they have seen some weird ass stuff in this line of work.
Castiel gives him a look that makes his blood run cold. "Believe me, you would wish it was as easy as finding a TARDIS. Time Lords are tricky creatures. Azrael will know how to find one."
"So then Azrael will handle this?" After his long bout of silence, Dean enters the conversation. Castiel's expression puzzles him. "She is going to need your help."
Dean is shocked by the statement. From what he has seen of Azrael, she seems more than capable. Why would she need them? She is like some kind of archangel. What would she need them for?
Dean's thoughts are written on his ever changing expression. Castiel seems to be able to read his mind.
"Make no mistake, Azrael wields incredible power but there are some things that she cannot do." Castiel pauses. He does not know if this is information that he should reveal if Azrael has not shared it with them yet.
"Cass, what can she do or not do?" Dean is now vested in finding out once and for all who Azrael is.
Castiel sits in his chair pyramiding his fingers in front of his lips as he sorts his thoughts for a way to explain. Dean grows impatient at the delay in response from Castiel.
"Cass." There is a sharpness Dean's delivery of his name that momentarily catches him off guard.
"Azrael has no enemies because she cannot be killed."
"That makes sense… you said she was Death… being able to kill death would be…"
"Redundant." Dean adds the word Sam was searching for.
"There has to be balance in all things, Sam. She cannot be killed but in return…."
"She cannot kill." Dean finishes Castiel's sentence. Thoughts in his head are falling into place.
"I have no ability to take a life." Azrael's voice is clear and startles the brothers.
"Son of a bitch, will you quit doing that… knock or something." Dean scolds Azrael though he had smelled the scent of her presence before she manifested.
"But you are Death? You take lives all the time."
"I take the soul. I don't kill the vessel. Death doesn't work that way."
Azrael walks over and takes up a position next to Castiel. "You want to know how I control the Horsemen since I cannot use mortality as a weapon."
That is exactly what is on Dean's mind. Sam is intrigued at the effect that Azrael has on Dean.
"How do you think I do it?" Dean scavenges his thoughts. "Fear." Sam offers an answer to the annoyance of Dean.
"In a way." Azrael is unsure if she wants this reveal but the situation seems a bit far gone and she needs Dean.
"What would be War's greatest fear?"
Without hesitation, Dean responds. "Peace."
"Famine?"
"Abundance." Sam is on to the game.
"Pestilence… Vitality… and Death?"
"Life… resurrection."
Azrael is impressed with the brothers. They understand, at least to a degree.
"You play on your enemies greatest fears. It is all manipulation." There is an edge to Sam's tone that disturbs Dean.
"True, it is manipulation but it is not all about fear… and the Horsemen are not my enemies. They are my treasured companions."
Castiel intervenes. "She also knows your heart's desire." Azrael did not wish to have this little nugget of information revealed but so be it. There is work to be done.
