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Angelo's head snaps up as he notices Michael slowly approaching him. "Angelo Viteri, why is Adam avoiding me?" he asks. Angelo takes a step back and looks around frantically for an exit before realizing that Michael is standing right in front of the door, blocking it. He takes a deep breath.

"Well, it could be because you lied to him? That usually doesn't leave the best first impression," says Angelo, almost harshly.

"I only lied about two things- my true name and the fact I was under Castiel's command," Michael says defensively.

"So you lied about your entire identity. Wow, I wonder why he's mad at you," Angelo states. Just then, the two hear footsteps getting gradually louder and louder. Michael quickly steps away from the door as the doorknob turns and when Adam steps inside his room, all he sees is Michael and Angelo sitting awkwardly on the bed, refusing to look at one another.


"Castiel? You said you wanted to meet Basil. He's out now if you want to see him," Sherlock calls. Basil stands by him, wringing his hands nervously.

Castiel appears behind them. "Balthazar's vessel?" she says, alerting the two of her presence. Basil jumps slightly while Sherlock turns around slowly, unimpressed.

Basil's eyes meet Castiel's. "Er, yes. I'm Basil, Balthazar's vessel. It's so nice to meet you, Castiel." He wipes his palms against his pants even though they aren't sweaty or dirty, before offering one to Castiel. She stares at it. "Right. Most angels don't-"

"It is nice to meet you as well, Basil." She takes his hand and shakes it firmly. Basil grins widely and the two stand there, unmoving and staring at each other for several long, drawn-out moments.

"Okay, enough of the PDA! Break it up, you two; there's a kid in the room," Sherlock complains. He moves forward and pries their hands away.

"I- We- wha-" Basil stammers, blood rising to his cheeks.

"PDA? What does that mean?" Castiel tilts her head.


"Do the other angels know you and your beloved leader, Castiel, are consorting with the King of the Crossroads and soon-to-be King of Hell?" Crowley asks Samandriel. There is an amused lilt to his voice that he doesn't bother to conceal.

"We are doing what is best so we may find Lucifer quickly," Samandriel says. His attempt to avoid the question doesn't go unmixed.

Crowley smirks deviously. "They don't. I wonder what they would do if they found out," he says. Samandriel spins around, pulling his angel blade against Crowley's neck and shoving the demon against the wall.

"Don't you dare," he grinds out furiously.

"I was only suggesting you might want to plan for the possibility," Crowley says with a bored sigh. Samandriel doesn't move. "Cassie would listen to me."

"What do you know about Cassie?" Samandriel hisses angrily.

"Oh. Was that another secret she was trying to keep? I didn't realize," Crowley says. As Samandriel's blade creeps in closer to his skin, threatening to break skin, Crowley rolls his eyes. "Uh uh. I think she'd be upset if you hurt your partner."

"Fine." Samandriel steps back and releases Crowley. "But stay quiet."

Crowley almost laughs. "I make no promise."


Castiel bows her head slightly before beginning to speak. "I wish to address those who claim to be loyal to me. As it would seem I did not make it clear when we started recruiting, the one who you should be loyal to, is not me, but Hannah. To help humans and love them more than anything else, including Father. That was Father's last command for us and I believe the best one to make sure we follow it is Hannah. She will be certain that we are doing what is best for the creatures we are to love.

"This is why it saddens me to see you disobey her orders and even try to kill her. She is only trying to help us and the humans, something that I stand for as well, and you try to kill her, your sister. Your sister who is only trying to do what is right for everyone. Even if you did manage to succeed in your assassinations, who would lead us then? Me? I am no leader. If I were put in such a position, I would go insane.

"And since I have deemed it necessary, I am officially giving up all command."


Abner's eyes widen as she listens to Castiel's speech. She can barely believe what she's hearing. Walking along the sidewalk, she doesn't notice the tall man in front of her. His shoulder hits hers and she drops her bag of groceries. She bends over quickly to pick them up and he follows suit.

"I'm so sorry. My mind's been wandering recently," she says apologetically. Then, she looks up and recognition slowly dawns on her face. "You're the man from the church. One of the Winchester brothers."

The man returns her gaze, clearly confused. "I'm Sam. Uh, you are?"

"I'm the angel Abner but I now go by as Nura for humanity's sake." The two stand up, Abner clutching her bag.

"It's nice to meet you... Nura?" Sam says, unsure of which name to use. She doesn't catch on to his uncertainty.

"It's nice to meet you too, Sam. Would you like to meet my brother? He's currently learning how to cook and we could use a human's input. Tonight it's supposed to be burgers and salads," she offers. "You can bring your brother as well if you want."

"Uh, sure. We'd love to." Sam smiles awkwardly.

"Great! I'll pick you and your brother up at six." She ducks her head slightly and continues on her walk back home. Sam watches her leave, wondering what he just signed up for. He fishes through his pockets to find his cellphone to call Dean.

"So," Sam says as he brings his phone up to his ear. "I, uh, sort of bumped into an angel?"


Hannah observes the peaceful scenery calmly, the pain in her head growing fainter. She stands the heaven of one Sarah Guo and takes place in an open park. The deep green grass bends in the light breeze and the flower beds add splashes of red and purple. Suddenly, the familiar sound of wings brings her back to reality.

She spins around quickly until she is face-to-face with Castiel. "What-"

"Hannah, I am sorry for anything my loyalists have tried to do to you," interrupts Castiel. "I had heard there were attempts on your life in my name. They should stop now."

She gapes at him. "What about you? What will you do now that you have given up your command?"

"I will be with the Winchesters," says Castiel with a smile. "If you have anymore problems with loyalists, I will do as best as I can to help."

"Thank you, Castiel. You did not have to say anything."

"I do not want to see you harmed for the self-interest in others. I only did what was right."


"Woah! Cas! We've talked about this! Personal space!" Dean shouts when the angel appears in front of him.

Castiel furrows her eyebrows and takes a step back. "I am sorry, Dean. It is hard to see you if I am not up close," she explains.

"Don't tell me you're actually nearsighted! I thought that was one of those fake things in the Zachariah thing."

"Nearsighted?" repeats Castiel curiously. "I am not able to see things clearly unless they are up close if that is what you mean. I can still sense presences and where they are however."

"Of course you can," mutters Dean. He opens his mouth to speak but his phone begins to ring, cutting him off. Dean grabs it and presses the answer button. "Sam? Where the hell are you man?"

"I, uh, sort of bumped into an angel?" says Sam.

"What do you mean, you bumped into an angel?" Dean exclaims. Castiel raises her eyebrows, interested.

"I was walking and an angel bumped into me and her groceries fell. She's invited us over for dinner and I've already accepted."

Dean rolls his eyes. "You accepted a random angel's invitation to dinner? We don't even know if she's one of the good ones!" Dean glances at Castiel who watches him with a tilted head.

"I'm pretty sure she's a good one. Her name is Abner, though she goes by Nura, and we saw her at the church with War."

"Abner? What sort of a name is that?"

"It is the one God gave her," Castiel answers. "She is a good angel and is currently living among humans with Gadreel."

"Is that-" Sam begins.

"So when's this dinner thing happening?" Dean asks quickly.

"She said she's going to pick s up at six. Which is in about two hours. Now would you please-" Dean hangs up on him and returns his attention to Castiel. "What're you here for?"

"I am here to notify you that I have given up my duties in Heaven and will now be able to come whenever you and Sam need me."

Dean frowns. "Given up your duties in Heaven? You can do that?"

"I had to. If I didn't it is possible Heaven would have fallen into chaos," Castiel explains.

"Okay then," Dean says. He walks to the other side of the room, where a small minibar sits. He bends over and takes two out. "Want a beer?" he asks, offering one to Castiel.

She smiles and takes one. "I have not tasted one since the Zachariah incident. I would enjoy to have one now, thank you Dean."

"No problem. Now, we need to fix your eyesight problem so you don't have to keep standing so close to me." Dean sits down at the couch and props his legs up at the coffee table. His eyes follow Castiel as she sits down gingerly next to him. "Which one do you want, glasses or contacts?"


Hello,

Since I got fifty reviews, I thought it would be a good idea to post on the off day. The next few chapters are going to be filler with not much going on. Also, is there a character anyone wants to see more?

Thank you for continuing to read,

Gabriel's Wings