"No. The apocalypse is not what we should be trying to start." Castiel said, banging his fist on the table. Raphael rolled his eyes.
"You've been spending too much time with her. Maxael is a bad influence." Raphael said calmly
"No she is not. She is not infallibly loyal and questions authority. That is why you do not like her."
"She is Lucifer's mate, and a powerful Archangel. She cannot be trusted." Raphael replied, anger in his voice.
"Yes she can! Just because she won't do your bidding doesn't mean she's evil." Castiel yelled.
"How do you know she's not down there right this minute, breaking the seals so Lucifer can destroy us all."
"Because she won't do that. She'd never purposely hurt innocents." Castiel stormed out.
Maxael pushed the kickstand of her bike and removed her helmet. She walked inside and sat down on the couch. She snapped her finger and a beer appeared in her hand. "What do you want Dean?" she asked, and Dean stepped out of the shadows. "How did you know I was here?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Archangel. How did you find my house?" Maxael asked, patting the space next to her on the couch, and Dean sat down. "Beer?" She asked, and Dean nodded. She snapped her fingers and a six-pack appeared on the coffee table. "Really?" Dean asked.
"It's been a long night. What do you want?" Maxael downed about half the beer.
"Your help."
"What's in it for me?"
"We'll help you rescue your mate." Dean replied, looking pretty sure of himself. Maxael's head jerked around.
"What do you know about my mate?" She snarled.
"Well, not much, all we could find in Bobby's books was that you were the mate of a fallen angel."
"It's not a good idea to do wake him up." Maxael said. "But I will help you. You just have to do one thing for me."
"What" Dean asked.
"You have to trust me. I can help you, but only if you trust me." Dean nodded, but he knew enough not to trust this angel chick, no matter how trustworthy she seemed -Maxael sighed. "I can read your mind. I can hear you." She said, and Dean's jaw tightened. "I don't want some angel running around in my head.
"I'm and Archangel, and I don't want to 'run around in your head'. If you need me, pray." Maxael walked out, and Dean heard her motorbike start, and drive away.
Dean stood still, the fear evident in his eyes. Not that he would ever admit it. He smashed a punch into the angel's jaw. It almost broke all the bones in his hand. Castiel shoved him against the wall, and Dean mentally cursed himself. "Don't trust anyone but family. Even then watch your back." John'd always said. Castiel pulled out a blade. 'I didn't get to say goodbye to Sammy and Bobby' was the thought that ran through Dean's head. Then Castiel drew the knife along his forearm, and began to draw symbols on the wall in the blood from his arm. Dean watched, still pretty terrified. Another angel, Dean'd forgotten the name, ran in, but Castiel slammed his palm down into the middle of the symbol, and they were gone. "I will be hunted by my own kind for eternity for this." Castiel muttered. Then he looked Dean right in the eye, his blue eyes searching Dean's green ones. "Maxael says I am about as talkative as a wooden board." Castiel said, and Dean laughed. "Don't laugh. This is serious." Castiel growled, and Dean regained himself. "Can I please help you, Sam and Maxael avert," Castiel held up his finger for air quotes, "'Bad shit that involves dying, monsters and Armageddon' that is how Maxael describes your job." he said, and now Dean was fighting every instinct not to kill himself laughing.
"How bad can having two all-powerful angels in tow be a bad thing?" Dean asked no-one in particular.
"I do not know." Castiel said, and Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
"It's a rhetorical question." He said, and Castiel tapped his forehead and then they were standing in the car-park of a motel, next to a black '67 Chevy Impala. "Baby." Dean said proudly, ad ran his hand along the hood of the car. Castiel cocked his head, looking confused, and Dean had to admit, kinda cute- "Most people are very disbelieving when they are flown somewhere for the first time. And yet, you are not even mentioning the fact we have moved thousands of miles in the space of a second."
"I'm trying not to think about, otherwise my brain might melt out of my ears." Dean replied and Castiel looked genuinely worried. "I was being sarcastic. Don't worry Cas."
"What is Cas?" The angel was looking baffled and scared at the same time.
"A nickname. Castiel is mouthful." Deans started grinning. He was going to see Sam and Bobby for the first time in a week. It'd taken longer than he'd anticipated to find Maxael, then he'd gotten stuck with those psycho angels.