The song here is "You Are the Moon" by The Hush Sound
You Are the Moon
The Cromwells were about to leave the bookstore once they got over the shock of the news Castiel delivered and after Castiel placed angel wards on their bones to keep them hidden from angelic sight. Even Viviane was placed under this form of protection. It was a big help in relieving them from their stress.
However, the worry wasn't completely gone. First, they find out that Ezekiel is the one that resurrected Anne many years ago and then that Metatron will eventually learn of their baby.
It was too much and, as if that wasn't enough, something else made them freeze in place with shock as well as a little bit of fear. There was a deep growl in front of them as if it wouldn't let them leave. They saw nothing and they waited, but the invisible creature didn't growl again.
"A Hellhound." Castiel said and then both Anne and Viviane turned to glance at him.
"Do you mean Clara sent us a Hellhound?" Viviane asked and Castiel frowned, remaining silent. Somehow he doubted. He was about to say that just because Clara was their relative, it didn't mean Hell wasn't still a threat to them. However, something interrupted him from saying just that.
There was a noise behind them. When Castiel turned, on the table behind him, was a cell phone with a note. He approached and picked it up hesitantly despite his curiosity. Gadreel walked up and read the note over his shoulder.
Yes, she sent you a Hellhound and here's a cell phone for you. Call her. – G.
Castiel gave Gadreel the cell phone and he turned it on. It brought him immediately to a list of contacts and when he turned, Anne approached him with confusion. He gave her the cell phone, a shiny black iPhone 6, and her eyes widened when she saw Clara's number.
"You should call her." Castiel said and showed her the note. Anne seemed surprised and just as confused, but she tapped on the "Call" icon and placed the phone to her ear, waiting, listening to the ringing.
"Hi, Anne." Clara's voice finally spoke through after a couple of rings.
"Clara?" Anne asked, revealing her confusion. Clara let out a soft chuckle and confirmed it was indeed her.
"Did you receive my gift?" she asked and Anne frowned as couldn't think of what that could be, until she thought of the Hellhound.
"The Hellhound?" she asked and Clara gave a soft chuckle again.
"Yes." She replied and then paused. "I know, Anne. Congratulations on the baby. I sent you a Hellhound to protect you and you can call me whenever you need my help." She added and Anne sort of snorted. If Clara didn't understand why, she didn't say. She remained silent. Not only that, but Clara just got to the point without small talk, which might have been nice if she had started that way.
"I don't understand. I haven't heard from you for years and now you act like family?" she asked and Clara was still silent, but when she spoke, she didn't sound offended.
"We are family, Anne. I must admit that yes, I've been focused on Hell and my daughter, but I wouldn't let some douchebag angel hurt you." She replied and now Anne was the one to remain silent, except for sighing.
"Sorry, I'm sort of cranky." She said and Clara let out a laugh.
"Been there." She replied and Anne let out a small laugh, but then wondered how Clara was doing with all this madness. It had to be just as hard for her.
"How are you and your daughter?" she asked and Clara was silent for a second, but let out a soft laugh.
"Don't you worry about us. We're very resourceful. But I'm not kidding Anne, any trouble, call me. I'll be there to obliterate any angel." she said and then Anne thought of Metatron and she wanted to ask, but wasn't sure if that was too much to ask for. When she was silent, Clara seemed to know she was thinking something. "Anne?" she asked and she blurted out the question.
"Could you defeat Metatron?" she asked and immediately felt bad for asking, knowing that Clara had her own problems. However, she let out a small laugh which relieved Anne.
"You forget who you're talking to, Sweetie. If that prick shows his ugly face and won't back down, I'll bring Hell down on his ass and it comes in a sexy red dress." She said and Anne exhaled with relief, feeling like an intense heaviness had just been lifted. She could now rest knowing that something powerful would protect them against Metatron. It was sad how not even Anne's Wiccan faith could give her that comfort; all the spells and prayers she knew and yet having Hell on her side eased her mind.
She glanced at Gadreel and it seemed he had been following the conversation as best as he could. He seemed relieved too, based solely on her reaction, of course.
"I hope I'm not asking you to split yourself in two." Anne said and Clara huffed as if to say it was no problem at all.
"I was born split in two." She said and Anne couldn't resist a little laugh. "You're strong, Anne. Give yourself and your spells some credit. My Hellhound will follow you everywhere. Keep safe." She said and Anne thanked her, hearing the line going silent after a couple of seconds. If Clara didn't do small talk, she certainly didn't do goodbyes. It was safe to say she wasn't comfortable with phone conversations.
She turned to her mother and confirmed that Clara would help them. At that moment, everyone seemed to let go of the worry and the fear. For once since this madness began, they could breathe better. They would go to the best bunker in existence; they had angel wards on their bones and the Cambion Queen of Hell, along with a Hellhound, promising protection. It was a relief.
But with all that surrounded Anne, Clara mentioned something that surprised her, as if Clara could hear her thoughts: she didn't give herself or her spells enough credit. She wasn't completely powerless. She had the God and the Goddess on her side and some spells up her sleeve.
