The song here is "Ancestors, the Ancients" by Chelsea Wolfe

Ancestors, the Ancients

He stepped out of Heaven and stood in a parking lot of some store. He glanced around with a slight smile on his lips as he breathed in the air. It felt so good to be back on Earth, free and among all the things he had come to be familiar with. Most importantly, he was craving to be around books. How he loved books.

"No time for your reminiscence, Metatron." Micah said as he stood next to him with a stone expression. Metatron smiled at him as he placed his hands in his pockets so casually.

"Relax. We have all the time in the world. All we ever have in the whole existence of Life is Time." he said and Micah just glanced at him as if he could do without his comments.

"The Nephilim is nearby." He said and glanced around the parking lot and across the street at the building, as if trying to find her.

"You don't need me to kill her." he said and Micah looked at him with a frown. "You mean you do? Wow, performance issues?" he asked and Micah's frown deepened, as if he didn't understand. Metatron shook his head and looked at the ground. "It's just a Nephilim. Even Castiel had no problem killing her." he said, more or less hiding the truth that Castiel actually had difficulty coming to that conclusion, but was fooled into doing it.

Micah didn't seem comfortable with the mention of Castiel, especially knowing that he had killed Jane.

"Having second thoughts?" Metatron asked.

"Gadreel restored her life." Micah said and then glanced at Metatron as if he indeed doubted everything. "In breaking your curse on Heaven." He added and Metatron rolled his eyes.

"It was a spell." He said, as if that was the only thing that mattered, like sealing Heaven wasn't a big deal. Gadreel had broken the spell and gave his grace to keep it open. He undid everything Metatron had done. Something told Micah that he could not allow Metatron to do some more damage, especially if it could not be undone.

However, those hybrids posed a threat to the balance and if he was to have the Cambions destroyed, the Nephilim had to go as well. Her survival could threaten the balance. They were never created by God and that was for a reason; everything was perfectly balanced. No creature created by angels and demons along with humans should exist, for they are a threat to God's balance! He could not emphasize it enough! Was he the only one who could see that?

"I see the wheels turning in your head." Metatron said and Micah wondered if he could see the doubts he was having. "We'll go together, if that makes you happy." He said and walked away, as if he knew exactly where to find the Nephilim.

Micah had to believe this was the right thing to do.

He followed Metatron as he thought about this, as if trying to convince himself it was the right thing to do. Did he doubt himself? If not, why was he thinking so hard about this?

They walked up to a restaurant and Metatron gestured for him to go inside. He walked in and realized that Metatron had stayed outside, as if he would watch from a distance, making him kill Jane on his own… like he had done to Castiel.

Did he still have doubts now?

When Jane walked around, giving plates of food to the customers with a smile, he could sense the angelic side and it reminded him of his beliefs. A little piece of Heaven was walking around in this Nephilim and it had no right to be there. It had to be destroyed.

He sat down and as he looked at her, he knew she would recognize an angel as soon as she looked into his eyes. She wouldn't want to be anywhere near him and she might even defend herself. He would not have an advantage. However, as he glanced outside and saw Metatron reading a newspaper, he had a horrible idea form in his mind: he could tell the Nephilim that he is there to warn of her Metatron, who seeks her death at no end.

It was too late to figure out any flaws in the plan or to doubt it. She stepped up and asked to take his order. When he looked up at her, she froze and she was immediately on guard.

"Go away." She said, but he softened his face and tried to be as empathetic as he could be.

"I am here to warn you." He said and she frowned as he gripped the pen in her hand tighter.

"I haven't done anything." she said and he tried for a smile, but it was probably unsuccessful.

"I mean to say that there is an angel outside." He said and she immediately glanced out, at first not knowing where to look, but then she seemed to have focused on Metatron. "He means to kill you. He believes I will fool you to trust me, but I ask that you come with me. I can help you." He said and immediately felt guilty for lying. However, he drilled himself with the belief that hybrids were a menace to the balance that God created.

She looked at him with uncertainty, but when Metatron moved, her eyes widened as she recognized him. She didn't give it much thought and nodded to Micah.

He got up and followed her to the back of the restaurant. The workers in the kitchen didn't seem to have noticed them, let alone ask why she was leaving. She opened the back door and walked out, looking around as if paranoid that Metatron would be there in a trap for her.

Micah knew this had to be the right time.

He closed the door behind them just as an Angel Blade fell from his sleeve and into his hand. With precision and speed, he stabbed the Nephilim in the back and a white light emerged from her body until it vanished, leaving her body to go limp.

He pulled out the blade of her back and watched as the body fell to the ground. Not long after, he caught sight of someone standing off to the side. He looked up and Metatron stood there with the newspaper under his arm, looking smug and impressed.

"I have to give it to you, I didn't think you could, but you did." He said and Micah fought against glaring at him. Although killing the Nephilim is as important as killing the Cambions, it somehow didn't feel right. It wasn't a feeling he understood very well and thinking it over was just as confusing.

Metatron clapped his hands and looked as if a Nephilim hadn't just been killed.

"Right then." He said so casually. "Shall we find ourselves a Cambion?" he asked and looked to Micah for an answer, as if looking to see if he still wanted to restore the balance by ridding the world of hybrids.