"So consensus, we're not going to drop this?" Dean asked as soon as Donatello had fled, the bunker door slamming behind him. "We can't drop this."

Sam agreed. "As long as Chuck is out there, people like Donna and Jody will never be safe. We have to take care of him for good."

"You're right," Grace spoke up, still holding onto Dean's hand like he would float away if she let go. "We've got to fight. It's only a matter of time before Chuck starts picking us off one by one to watch you two suffer. We can't let that happen. He'll do anything and everything to push you two into the ending that he wants."

Cas was the only one who was clearly bothered by the idea. "You're really thinking of going to Hell for this? Michael might not even want to talk to us, let alone give us anything that could help. We have no idea what's waiting for us down there."

"We're going," Grace determined. Almost as an afterthought, she added, "At least I know I'll be safe there, and I'm sure I can keep you all safe. Let's meet back here in ten minutes."

Dean followed her out, heading into their room. Neither of them said a word as they assembled their things, arming themselves as best they could. "Jackets for Hell?" Grace asked, watching Dean shrug one of his jackets on. "Really?"

"What can I say, it's got style," he smiled, coming over to give her a kiss as she tucked an angel blade into her waistband. "Careful, you don't end up stabbing yourself there."

"I'll be fine. I think that's the least of our worries right now."

"Gracie, are you sure you want to go? You can stay here with Eileen and keep the spell going," he offered, knowing that she wasn't a fan of traveling to Hell. None of them were. "If something happens to us -"

"Then I'm your best bet, aren't I?" She showed him the small vial that she wore around her neck, explaining that, "This'll keep us safe. It's like angel grace, but the demon version, if that makes any sense. You can pull the power from some kinds of demons. This is what powers the Warrioress of Hell. I can summon her whenever, but I tied her to this. I get to drive, no matter what, as long as she's bound to it. It's like having a dog on a leash. If we need help, I've got us. I've been working with her. I think she genuinely wants to help us."

Dean nodded, still processing the amazing magic she had been able to pull off. "I take it you figured that one out while I was… Michael."

"Yeah. I figured it would be a good thing to have her tied down so we can always reign her in if we need to. We're friends, as much as you can be friends with a demon like that." Quickly reading his expression, she added, "You were kind of an asshole as a demon, but that was different. You ready?"

"Let's go." He paused, stopping to give her one last kiss before they opened the door. "I love you, Gracie."

"I love you too." She took his hand, both of them heading back to the kitchen. They were the last two there, most of their group already assembled in the kitchen. Sam had started the spell, explaining to Eileen how she would have to keep the flame lit once they were gone. "Are we ready?"

"Good luck," Eileen offered, everyone thanking her before burning their attention back to the spell.

Dean volunteered to add the last ingredient, cutting his hand open and dripping blood into the bowl. Without hesitation, Cas reached out to heal him. They hadn't quite made up yet, but Grace could tell that both of them felt bad for how things had gone down between them. Sam cleared his throat, the four of them putting their hands into the bowl as he spoke the final words. An eruption of purple flames sent them falling into another realm.

Drawing their blades, the group took stock of where they were. "Alright, Gracie, you know this place better than we do. The hallways, at least. Where are we?"

"Stop!" A demon stepped out of the shadows, a handful of other demons surrounding them. "Who are you?"

"We don't want any trouble," Dean began, but it was too late. The demons threw themselves at the group, tackling all of them but Grace, who sidestepped the closest demon and sunk her angel blade into its shoulder.

Closing her eyes, Grace summoned the energy that had surrounded her for so long. It really was like talking to an old friend, someone she knew well but had been separated from for ages. With one snap of her fingers, the demons dissolved, being banished to a remote part of Hell. "Nice work, dear." Rowena's voice carried over to them, the new Queen of Hell flanked by demons as she walked in. "You've learned quite a lot, haven't you?"

"Thanks. Good to see you," Grace smiled, coming over to give her friend a hug. "You look… surprisingly well."

"Why are you and those boys down here? I'd think you were popping 'round for a nice chat, but I think you all assumed I wouldn't be… queen."

"We're looking for Michael," Cas told her, still incredibly serious. "We need to see him in the Cage."

"No can do, darlin," Rowena frowned. "The Cage was thrown open, along with any other door in Hell. He could be anywhere. He may have even gotten out." She turned to the demons beside her, dispatching them to search the crevasses of Hell and find the missing archangel.

While the others caught up with Rowena, Grace left them, going to explore on her own despite Dean's protests. She had been through the hallways of the civilized parts of Hell more than any of them, save for Rowena herself. WIth Rowena in power, she would be safe from all of the demons. Even without her, she held an important demon ally.

It was more of a recon mission than anything. If Michael had gotten out, presumably all of the big, bad demons had escaped with him. Alastair would have stayed, of course. But so many of the others that they had worked hard to kill or capture were surely out, either floating around Hell or back on Earth. She made her way to Miczael's room, stepping inside and immediately being filled with a sense of calm. Hello dear. She could still hear the disembodied voice in her head. Clearly she hadn't gotten out. This used to be my temple, you know. Legions of demons would file through here before going off to fight. It was better than the throne room, better than anything else down here.

"I might need your help," Grace spoke aloud. She knew she could communicate telepathically with the demon, but this felt more normal, as normal as a visit to Hell could be. "God's gone rogue. We're going to try to capture him, but - wait, you've been near the Cages for a long time. Do you know where Michael went?"

He got up and walked out of here. He still has a vessel, so when the doors were thrown open, he just walked out. Didn't bother to say goodbye either. I always thought he was a bit rude. Lucifer was better company. At least he wasn't condescending all of the time. We worked well together when we were allowed out.

"Adam," Grace breathed, realizing that he could have easily made it back to Earth with a vessel. "I - thank you. I've got to go, but thank you."

Summon me if you need me. You've still got the vial - the demon core? There's a spell to absorb it, if you want. It would kill me, but it would give you all of my power. You'd be a real player in all of this new apocalypse stuff, instead of the pawn you were supposed to be. Think about it. No need to make a decision now, but I'm in your corner. The perfect melding of a demonic power and her perfect vessel would be formidable to say the least. You could command the demon armies if you wanted to. The new queen is a friend of yours. She would have no problem with it.

Grace stopped at the door. "Why would you let me kill you?"

Because I want - what name is he using now? Chuck? I want him taken down even more than you do. He ripped me from my last vessel himself. He was the one who ensured she was burned at the stake. He banished me, threw me down here and bound me so I couldn't escape Hell without the perfect vessel. He stripped me of my power and destroyed my temple. He killed my best soldiers. He destroyed everything I was, and if it means destroying myself, I want him gone.

"Thank you." Grace disappeared before Miczael could say anything more. She would consider the offer, but for now, she had to find the boys. When she made it back into the throne room, the group was busy discussing where Michael could have gone. "It's Adam. He's got a vessel. He could be anywhere on Earth, but he's got to be back there. You know both of them would have leapt at the chance to get out of here."

A few hours later, Grace was once again sitting in her office in the bunker, her desk shoved to the side so she could surround herself with books. As Cas tried to track Michael, she was trying to figure out the spell that Miczael had outlined for her. If she played her cards right, she would be a lot more powerful when it came time to confront Chuck. There was no reason the demon would be lying. But just in case, she wanted to be ready. There was next to no lore on Miczael, but she had found a place to start.

Standing up to stretch, Grace decided that she had reached a good stopping point. She really should have been trying to pin Michael down with a tracking spell, but Cas had texted to say he wasn't having much luck. If a literal angel couldn't find another angel, she probably wouldn't have much luck either. As Grace approached the kitchen, she could hear the boys talking. "I'm happy for you, Sammy."

"What's up?" she asked, giving them a soft smile as she walked in.

"Nothing," they answered in unison, looking at each other.

"Well I'm going to make some coffee," she shrugged as Dean's phone began to ring.

"Hey, Donnie, what's going on?" He stepped into the hall, leaving Grace with Sam.

Her back turned to him as she filled the coffee maker, Grace told her friend that, "I'm happy for you too. I've seen the way you and Eileen look at each other. I assume that's what you were just talking about." She turned to face him again, dropping the subject. "Do you want any coffee? I'm going to make a lot. We'll drink it."

Grace went back to work as Sam, Dean, and Cas went to fetch Michael from the last place Donatello had sighted him. She heard them all coming back, but was too zoned-in to her reading to get up right away. When she finally did hunt them down, she found the group talking to who she presumed to be Adam. "Hey," he smiled when she walked in, the boys looking over to her. "Who are you?"

"Hi. My name's Grace. I'm -"

"Wait, I think - " Adam interrupted. His focus turned to Dean. "Congrats."

"How do you -"

"Your wedding rings. Alright, I took a guess, but it was a good guess, wasn't it?" He shifted his focus to Grace. "I guess this means I'm your brother-in-law, right? Well, I'm Adam. Nice to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but," he shrugged, showing her the supernatural handcuffs he had been put in. "Maybe next time."

Grace nodded, saying, "Maybe next time we can all have a nice family dinner. But we need your help. We need Michael's help. We don't need him to do anything, we just need intel that we can't get any other way. Maybe you can talk to him."

Adam's eyes glowed blue, Michael taking over once again. "There's no way what they're saying is true. He wouldn't have abandoned us. He wouldn't do any of this."

"He did," Grace countered, "and Adam believes us. Maybe you two need to sort your own business out before you make any real decisions. It's a lot harder when you've got two people occupying the same brain that think different things." She took a breath, proposing, "Why don't we leave you here for a bit and let you two talk? Or at least think about it? you remember me, Michael. I know you do. You trusted me, even if it was you from another universe... that Michael trusted me. You can too. C'mon, boys. We all need a break."

They obeyed, everyone filing out of the room and leaving Michael behind to debate with Adam. Dean headed for the kitchen, Grace promising that she would find him soon. Sam stopped her in the hall, explaining that Eileen needed help on a vampire hunt and he was itching to get out of the bunker. "We could use your help. It sounds like a decent-sized nest."

"I'd love to get out of here for a bit, but," she paused, glancing down the hall at the kitchen, "I should stay here. Put a buffer between Dean and Cas, you know? They're not going to sort all of their shit out right now, and I think they're better off with someone else here so they're not stuck avoiding each other. Besides, between you and Eileen, you'd have to be walking into the biggest nest we've ever seen to actually need my help taking them down."

"Alright. Good luck with those two."

"Honestly, I think I'd rather take the vamps," Grace laughed, the two of them going their separate ways. She went to find Dean in the kitchen as Sam went to pack up.

Dean was sitting at the table, holding a beer. A book on angel possession lay in front of him. "Hey, you."

"Hi." She sat down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Part of her wanted to tell him about Miczael's idea now, but she knew they had other problems in front of them. The spell could wait. "I think I'm going to try to catch a nap while I've got some time. You're welcome to join me."

"Really?"

"I am genuinely tired," she warned. "I meant you could probably do with some sleep too."

He kissed the top of her head, saying, "I think I'm going to see what we can do about our Adam and Michael situation. If I start dozing off in here, I'll find you, okay?"

"You know where I'll be." She stood, squeezing his shoulder before making her way up to their room and dropping into bed. She hadn't been asleep for long when the entire bunker began to shake.

Grace sprang out of bed, knowing that only a few things would have the power to do that. Either Chuck had come to find them, or Michael was trying to break out. She honestly hoped that it was the latter. Tucking her angel blade into her waistband, she opened the bedroom door. Chuck wasn't standing in the war room. So far, so good.