He disappeared. Prayed to Zachariah, or some other angel, and they snatched him.

"It's a trap Dean."

"I know that Sam. But he's our brother." He said before looking to Emmuel and Castiel.

Emmuel was burning with fury, the little idiot had gone and gotten himself hooked as bait.

"He's probably wondering what the hold up is right about now." She ground out. "It's exactly as I told him. He is bait."

"Where is the room? They had to have taken him there."

"Van Nuys." Castiel said. "In a run down muffler shop."

"Seriously?"

"Where did you think it was?"

"I don't know, Heaven, a blade of grass? Anywhere but Van Nuys."

"We have to go save him." Sam said.

Emmuel sighed and held out her hand for Dean. "I assume you have a plan." She said.

"A stupid one, but a plan."

She knew instantly what it was and could only hope they could get Adam out in time.

Castiel placed a hand on Sams shoulder and the two angels nodded at each other, all four of them suddenly appearing outside of the abandoned shop.

Emmuel looked at the boys, nodded and marched into the building, coming face to face with five angels, all with their blades drawn. A slash of her hand and their weapons fell, arms attached. A shove and they all lit up blindingly. When the light died they had all disappeared, arms included. The only thing that gave any indication that angels had been there were the five angel blades laying on the ground.

A tear fell from her eye and she swiped her hand again collecting the blades and sending all but two of them to Bobby's, where they appeared in a trunk at the foot of his desk. She handed the last two to the boys.

She strode over to the door of the office, banging it open with the shear force of the power rippling off of her. Zachariah, stood in the far corner of the room a match lit, which he promptly dropped to the floor at her feet.

"Holy fire?" She asked unamused, it wouldn't affect her but she had to put up false pretenses. Dean and Sam rushed into the room behind her, Castiel not far behind them. Then the door slammed shut.

"Sam, Dean, you have to go! It's a trap!" Adam yelled.

"We told you that," Emmuel said her eyes burning.

Suddenly Sam and Adam were writhing on the floor. Blood pooling in their mouths. Castiel let out a shriek as he fell to the floor. Emmuel even let out a cry, she could feel Zachariahs power pulsing at her, it didn't do anything, but he didn't have to know that.

"Stop!" Dean yelled. "I'll do it." He said from behind her.

"What?" She hissed, whipping around to glare at him. Knowing exactly what he'd say next.

"Call him, and I'll say yes." He said. The boys on the floor immediately stopped choking. Castiel stopped writhing and slumped to the floor panting.

"That was easier than I thought." Zachariah smirked.

"Dean, what are you doing?" She all but yelled at him. Seeing that Zachariah had his eyes closed in prayer to Michael he winked at her.

Zachariah opened his eyes and smiled evilly at Em.

"However I do have some conditions." Dean said. Zachariah looked at him sharply.

"Of course, whatever you'd like." He said smiling an oily smile.

"I want my families safety guaranteed."

"Done." Zachariah smiled.

"And Emmuel walks free."Dean said.

"That might be harder to negotiate," he said with a glare to the Anarchangel.

"I'm not finished." He said. "Before I even consider saying yes. I want you dead."

Emmuels heart leapt for joy.

"Are you kidding me? He won't kill me, do you know how important-"

"How important his vessel is?" He said getting into Zachariahs face. They were nearly chest to chest now, each heaving in anger.

"You impetuous sack of maggots-"

Dean shoved an angel blade through Zachariahs chin. He fell to the floor and small feathery stumps incinerated on the floor.

Calmer now Emmuel walked out of the fiery ring, never actually trapped. As she did the room began to glow and shake she started for Castiel, shoving his shoulder over her own and trying to lift him Dean on the other side doing the same for Sam.

"Dean, what about Adam?"

"I'm coming," he said shuffling to his feet on his own.

"We have to go!"

The shaking intensified, both pairs making it through, Dean hauled Sam to the floor and quickly and gently as possible before rushing back to the door.

The last thing they saw was Adam, half a foot from the door being harshly yanked back as it slam shut.

"Adam!" Dean yelled yanking at the handle of the door, banging for all he was worth.

"Dean!" They heard before a blinding light took over the room, glowing through the windows.

After a moment the light died, and Dean wrenched the door open.

It was empty.

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They defeated War easily. Emmuel easily seeing the lack of demons.

The pastor that War has been using as a facade fell quickly when he saw Emmuel.

"She's a demon!" He had shouted pointing. The room light up with lightening, casting her wings in shadow for all to see.

War had been shoved to the wall, his ring cut off just as quickly. All this death had hardened Emmuel slightly, she was becoming more to the point, direct.

Everyone who had turned agains one another was suddenly wailing in agony, having killed a loved one or long time friend.

"Hush." Emmuel had exclaimed. "This is exactly what he wanted. Don't give it to him."

Ellen and Jo had loved her.