The black sky was still pouring rain in torrents as they made it inside of their shabby little motel room. The mysterious woman was quiet and still as she sat down, eloquently, on one of the maid-made beds. Suddenly, Dean drew his arm from behind his back, his firearm aimed at the woman's head, "No games, who's side you on?"

"Humankind." The word gracefully slipped out as if she knew he'd ask; there were no hints of fear or surprise at the gun to her brain. "Do I need pants?"

Sam moved to the other side of Dean, searching in the bag of their belongings before pulling out a pair of far too large jeans. He threw them to the woman and stood a distance away as she slowly pulled them on. Dean held his aim.

"That really doesn't say much…"

She looked down, grimacing as if understanding his distrust. "I'm an angel if that is what you're wondering."

"Haven't had too much luck with that either…"

"There are many who forgot who and what they are. Angels don't know everything and they've forgotten that." She held her hands apart with the palms facing up, showing her intentions were peaceful, "I came here to speak and to seek your help, if you grant us deserving."

Dean laughed, "If we find you deserving? Is this the good cop routine now?" He walked around swinging the gun, "Cause we've had a hell of the bad cop and I'm sick and tired of the bull crap that comes spinning our way from your heaven."

She stood up, Dean spinning the gun up automatically. She waved her hand, the gun flying out of his hands as Dean went slightly off balanced. Sam approached but was quickly thrown towards Dean's way, his gun hitting the floor with a thud. "I can be bad if you want me to."

"Just do what you want! Enough with the games!" Dean growled and threw his hands up in the air. Sam pulled him backwards, trying to calm him down.

The angel growled, the room shaking, "Then shut up and listen." Both boys stayed silent. "My name is Nememiah-"Nemawhowa?" Dean raised his eyebrows and leaned his head in confusion as he spoke. "Nememiah. Some call me Miah for the ease.." Dean seemed pleased with this and shrugged. "Heaven isn't perfect and I won't go into the details of it; time is limited. There is a way to put Lucifer back into hell but it's very precise."

"Really? Just some plan that wasn't brought to the table before but now is? By a random Angel naked in a bar…Fantastic, sounds great, let's go strap in the Impala and ride with it, Sam.." Dean growled, walking passed the angel to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He kept his back turned to Miah.

Sam sighed and hesitantly asked, "What would the plan be?"

Miah took a deep breath, "There are seven seals that hold the gates of hell closed. To lock him back in, we'd need to seal those."

"And, how do we do that?" Sam crossed his arms.

"Probably some more sacrificing and throwing our bodies all over the Earth while they watch…" Dean took another swig of beer, keeping his back to them.

Miah walked closer to Sam, "Seven seals for Seven Angels."

Dean looked back inquisitively as he listened and Sam tilted his head, "What does that mean?"

"There are Seven Angels of a great importance who have the power to seal the gate, one to each angel. It's very difficult."

"Archangels." Everyone turned to see Castiel, disheveled, standing in the corner of the room.

Miah looked him up and down, "Castiel. What happened to you, child?"

"The world. I doubt you'd understand since you're still privileged." There was a tone of malice in him from the day he found God wasn't helping.

She shook her head, "Castiel, you think I of all wouldn't understand your pain?" There was a moment of silence and Castiel turned to Dean and Sam.

"She's telling the truth, if you wanted to know. She's not under Zachariah or anyone else's influence. Only her own." He sat on the bed as he ended his statements.

"So who are the angels and why do you need us if you can do this?" Dean leaned against the small desk near the fridge.

She sighed, "Well, we need some angels that seem to have crossed paths with you and no one else: Gabriel."

"Oh that 'funny' trickster of a angel, yeah I remember him. Doesn't seem to want to play war games with anyone."

Nememiah nodded, "Yes, we know. I'd give anything to let him be but he's the only one who can control his seal. His power was given to him and him alone. There is no replacement."

"She's correct. These angels cannot be merely replaced by anyone. There is no backup." Castiel glared at her, "Which brings the question of how this is to work since Uriel is dead."

Sam chuckled, "Uriel had one of the seals in his control? Wow, this is really looking up for us."

"Uriel was a traitor and his position was," she grimaced, "filled with someone else due to the extreme nature of his treachery. Only one is allowed to bestow those kind of powers on an angel and He did."

Castiel looked up in pain, "Don't bring him into this."

"You think He abandoned you but He didn't. I believe He knew about everything, including Uriel's betrayal. He had someone almost immediately. That type of action doesn't happen. No one is replaced; it's practically unheard of but he was." She turned back to Sam, "But Gabriel won't be. He's alive and he's lurking. He's needed."

"Well," Dean took another swig, "who are the others?"

"Counting Gabriel; Rapheal, Zadkiel, Remiel, Raguel and…Micheal."

Dean jumped up, antsy, "Micheal?"

Sam squirmed, angrily, "That's why you found us? So Micheal can use Dean as a meat suit?"

"No, that's not why I found you. I told you I need Gabriel. You're the only ones who have had any contact with him." She looked away.

Dean spoke softly, perhaps thinking there was a way for him to have a talk with the angels, "Then why didn't you speak of him before? He still needs a vessel to get the job done right?"

"No, Dean!" Both Castiel and Sam started in a ruckus of chatter; explaining how much they went through to have him just lay down and accept the intrusion of being a vessel.

Miah threw her hand up in the air and everyone stopped, "I didn't mention it because I was afraid you wouldn't listen to me. You would judge the situation before I had a chance to explain it." She turned to Dean and laid a hand on his cheek, "I'm sorry you feel such pain and it was never meant to be like this, at least not in my eye, but Micheal no longer needs a vessel. He already has one."

Dean turned away from her and the others to hide his frustration and confusion, maybe even the small forms of tears that held a place in the corners of his eyes. He brought the top of the beer to his lips to fake a placid reaction. Miah touched his elbow gently, "It will be a hard thing to learn who it is also."

He turned to look at her and then at Sam, "Who is it? I thought I was a true vessel because of my blood?" She nodded and he spoke again, "..Dad? Is it our father?"

"No," a mix of relief and confusion rushed through the air, "it's your brother."

Um so it's been like uh over a very long time since I wrote anything and posted it and since I'm starting to get back catching up to SN, I decided to start to post this crap. Uh, I don't have tv anymore so I randomly watch the episodes when I can. I don't see the websites or anything but this was in my head and ever since I saw Season four its just gotten more ingrained so I decided to throw it all up, bad writing most likely and what not, just to get it out there and done with. LD