When Dean felt his feet touch the ground, he wrench his arm away from the avenging angel's grasp. He stumbled a few steps back, his head still spinning from the angel's teleportation power. He felt like drowning; oxygen seemed scarce as he tried to breathe and his vision tunneled as he crashed into a heap on the ground. He was on all fours when he felt a small hand on his back, soothingly running back and forth in slow circles.

Lisa was dead.

She's gone.

He wanted to scream but he felt his strength leave him, numbing almost all of him. He was tired. So goddamn tired. He was sick of losing the people he loves, saving the world that's already in twelve kinds of shit and being handed with responsibilities he was nowhere qualified to do. He tired of supernatural creatures trying to screw him over and fighting a war that never seemed to end because it doesn't matter, no matter what the hell he does. No matter how much he believes, how much he wants to be happy, to try to be a hero, it's never enough.

He still lost Lisa. He lost the woman he loves.

Amiel had dropped down next to him and murmured in a language he didn't recognize but he found himself easing back into reality bit by bit. His head was clearing and his limbs gaining back feeling. He felt all the aches and sores and sapped strength but he can feel his heart beating in his chest, a rhythm that seemed to pump louder and faster. He shut his eyes tight, trying to regain his bearings because it wasn't over. He may have lost Lisa but Ben was still in danger. His son was still out there, waiting for him to come and save him.

Ben was counting on him and Dean would crawl from Hell to Heaven to Purgatory and back before he'll let him down.

He will not fail his family ever again.

He clenched his fists. Every single one of those sons of bitches that had the nerve to hurt his family will pay.

They'll regret the day they fucked with him.

Amiel felt his mood shift and stopped talking.

"Amiel…" he hissed. He was angry. Lethally angry.

"Dean," she answered in a murmur, her hand never stopped comforting him on his back.

"When this ends, I will kill you." he promised.

"It will be very hard to kill me, Dean." she answered and paused. "But no one ever said you aren't persistent. You will have to try very hard."

"Trust me," he said and she thought he may have growled. "I will give my fucking all."

"Very well." she said, finding the wisdom that contradicting the Righteous Man would lead her no further progress. He seemed to have thought along the same lines as he pulled himself upright and she stood as well, letting her hand fall from his back. He turned to her with hard, cold eyes and for a moment she saw, not Dean, but her brother Michael.

She knew it wasn't such a good idea, seeing as he had just threatened to murder her but just to antagonize him, she told him so.

"Easy there, Dean," she said with a cold smile creeping in her face. "Any more of those murderous glares and you'll definitely be Michael."

The low rumble in his throat was definitely a growl along with grinding teeth. There was also a low rumble from the sky. Michael was not amused. Dean turned his back before he could strangle her and, for the first time since arriving, he noticed where they were.

"What are we doing here?" he snapped. They stood in front of his house on the exact spot he had watched this house, along with his mother, burn with a baby Sam in his arms.

"We've relocated the family that lived here into a safer home. We've rebuilt this to serve as our base of operations since." she told him. He opened his mouth to ask the questions burning in his throat.

"And yes," she answered him before he could even ask. "We've dealt with the poltergeist that had inhibited the house and your mother has been safely brought to heaven in one of the safest realms I can find. I delivered her there myself."

Just to prove a point, he continued to glare down at her.

"You didn't answer my question," Dean clenched his fists. "What are we doing here?"

She gave him a long considering look.

"Just need to pick up a few things." she ambiguously answered. She started up the steps leading to the porch and opened the front door without further preamble. He followed her inside and he had to keep himself from leaving his mouth hanging open. Inside was lit in bright florescent lights and on the walls were every kind of weapon he could name. From guns to swords to crossbows to heavy and light Kevlar gear. He had even spotted high-tech laptops and materials to create C4 bombs and other types of explosives.

In the middle of it all, where the living room used to be, a long table laden with angel blades was magnificently displayed. Amiel stood on the end of the table, picking up what seemed to be a Bo staff which she twirled and it glimmered and turned into a double-edged spear. She twirled it again and it returned to its less lethal state and she tucked it away into her coat. She picked up another blade which Dean noticed looked like any other blade the angels carry. Cas had once told him that each blade was especially designed for every angel. It was special and bonded with the same core as their grace. This blade seemed to be carved with sigils on the handle. Dean wasn't an expert in angel artillery but he'd bet his money that those fancy looking blades are especially forged for an avenging angel.

"What the hell did you do to our house?" he demanded.

"We made it into our armory. Well, more mine than theirs. The others use this as their base of operations for planning and meetings as such. These weapons are merely here to be on hand if needed. We were planning on contacting every hunter in the country about it and building more of these bases, to aid them in their quest. Bobby is right. Angels had stayed on the sidelines while humanity fell into evil for far too long. It's time we answer their prayers." she told him.

He gave her a nod when words failed him.

"One way or another, when all of this ends," she murmured as she gripped the beautiful blade in her hand tighter, her startlingly grey eyes burning in fierce determination. "The world will change. We just have to make sure it goes in our favor. The time of angels and hunters working side by side to fight the things that go bump in the night has begun."