Marion woke up, still in the back of the car. Her body felt heavy, but powerful. She sat up, examining her arms and sternum for signs that her body was coming apart. When she found none, she jumped into the front seat and was about to start the car.

"Fly there. We don't have time for wheels and roads." Michael told her from inside her head.

"Fly? How do I…?"

"You're two-thirds angel, right now, Marion. Best get used to doing angel things. Visualize where you need to go, our wings will do the rest." Lucifer said.

Marion took a second to visualize Bobby's salvage yard, then a woosh of wind signaled her change of scenery. She walked quickly into Bobby's house and into the basement. The house was empty. Marion found a piece of paper on the cot with an address written on it. "What about this? Just think the address?"

"Yeah. Focus on the address and the wings will take you there."

She appeared outside of the large laboratory building and walked in. Hearing voices down the long hallway, she followed down.

"Now, what's the matter, Raphael? Somebody clip your wings?" A pang of anger hit Marion at the sound of Castiel's voice.

"Castiel, please. You let the demon go, but not your own brother?"

"The demon, I have plans for. You, on the other hand…" There was the unmistakable sound of ripping flesh as someone, Marion could only guess Raphael, exploded.

"So, you see, I saved you." Castiel said.

"Sure thing, Cas. Thank you." Dean's voice was apprehensive.

"You doubted me, fought against me, but I was right all along."

"Okay, Cas, you were. We're sorry. Now, let's just defuse you, okay?"

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked, as Marion approached the room.

"You're full of nuke. It's not safe. So, before the eclipse ends, let's get them souls back to where they belong."

"Oh, no, they belong with me."

"No, Cas, it's-it's-it's scrambling your brain."

"No. I'm not finished yet. Raphael had many followers, and I must punish them all, severely."

Marion watched as Sam stealthily walked across the hall into the lab room, crossing straight in front of her without seeing her.

"Listen to me. Listen, I know there's a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I'd have died for you. Almost did a few times. So, if that means anything to you… Please, I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam. Marion is off getting herself into something horrible in an attempt to stop you… don't make me lose you, too. You don't need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all." Dean pleaded.

"You're just saying that because I won. Because you're afraid."

Marion stood in the doorway and watched Sam pick up the angel blade on the floor.

"You're not my family, Dean. I have no family."

She flinched a bit when Sam stuck the angel blade into Castiel's back, but was unsurprised when he didn't explode into light with grace releasing from his eyes and mouth. She shook her head as Castiel pulled the blade from his back and put it down next to him.

"I'm glad you made it, Sam. But the angel blade won't work, because I'm not an angel anymore. I'm your new God. A better one. So, you will bow down and profess you love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you."

"Well, all right, then." Bobby said, getting down on his knees. "Is this good or you want the whole 'forehead to the carpet' thing?" He looked up to Sam and Dean. "Guys?"

As Sam and Dean started to kneel with great difficulty, Castiel shook his head. "Stop. What's the point, if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear."

"Cas…" Sam tried.

"Sam, you have nothing to say to me; you stabbed me in the back. Get up." Castiel said to Dean.

"Cas, come on, this isn't you."

"The Castiel you knew is gone."

"So, what then? Kill us?" Dean ground out.

"What a brave little ant you are." Castiel said, slightly amused. "You know you're powerless, you wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So, I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides… once, you were my favorite pets before you turned and bit me."

"Who are you?" Dean asked, in disbelief.

"I'm God. And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down."

"Not doing so well, are you Sam?"

"I'm fine. I'm…fine."

"You said you would fix him… you promised!"

"If you stood down, which you hardly did. Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the Pit."

"Cas, come on, this is nuts!" Dean begged.

"What about me, Castiel?" Marion finally walked into the room. "I once loved you, respected you. I still don't fear you. If I got down on my knees, would you call it false?"

"Marion. You're… different." Castiel turned to her.

"As are you. God, then? Fairly large shoes to fill."

"Marion, what are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Shut up, Dean. I'm talking to God. I mean, how many opportunities am I going to have to talk to God? Excepting all the times I've spoken to him before, of course."

"Praying at night and seeing Him in your dreams is nothing close to this." Castiel said.

"I'm well aware, Castiel. But that's not what I mean." She dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out Dean's amulet. "I'm talking about this… burning hot in God's presence."

"You met God?!" Dean and Bobby shouted.

"I'm not talking to you!" Marion shouted. Her eyes turned bright blue, as Dean and Bobby flew into the wall.

"You're possessed by an angel. An archangel?" Castiel asked, angrily.

"Maybe. But they're a backseat right now. This is me. Talking to my ex-lover, who happens to believe he's God. I've met God. Do you want to know about him? So that you can be a better God, of course."

"How did you meet God? I was an angel and I never met him."

"He wasn't looking to be found, Castiel. Until he was, and I was there. You were not. If he wanted you to know him, he would have revealed himself to you. But God, in his wisdom, chose me. And He told me not to trust you. He knew your ambition would lead us here. He knew that I would react this way to your betrayal. I should've listened, but… I couldn't imagine you as a traitor."

"I am not a traitor."

"No, of course not." Marion sat on one of the tables. "You have to declare loyalty before you can be a traitor. It's not like you've declared yourself loyal to Dean, right? You refused to count yourself loyal to me. You aren't even loyal to God, anymore. So, how would that ever make you a traitor?"

Castiel narrowed his eyes as Sam ran to help Dean and Bobby stand. Marion stuck her hand out and Sam felt an unseen force push him to the ground next to his brother.

"I know persistence is an admirable hunter trait, boys, but every once in a while, you gotta stay down and let the fight be done. Your part of this battle is over. You're benched."

"Marion, I've had an angel inside me before. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into. You need to rescind your offer. Now, before it takes you over completely." Sam begged.

"I don't have time for this. The angel you are possessed of is no consequence. The conversation you had with the old God is of no consequence. I have many things to fix. I hope, for your sake, this is the last I see of you." Castiel said, disappearing.

Marion screamed in anger and jumped off the table. She grabbed the edge of it and threw it into the far wall.

"Marion, what did you do?" Dean asked, standing.

"Dean said you were workin' with angels, but this is a bit more than that, don't ya think?" Bobby said.

"You knew they wouldn't like this arrangement, Mare. Probably shouldn't explain too much."

"I did what I had to. They needed help. I needed help. It works. They've left me with control. It's fine. Now, excuse me. I have to go search Heaven for a pissed off poseur."

"Wait! Did you say 'they'?" Sam asked.

"You got more than one angel inside you?" Dean asked.

Marion sighed deeply. She wasn't here to deal with her brothers, and Raphael's followers were likely falling in droves in Heaven right now.

"I can handle this for you, if you wish." Michael offered.

"You'll give me control back, right?" Marion whispered.

"Of course."

Marion's eyes went blue and Dean took a defensive stance.

"No need for that, Dean. You aren't our target. We're here for Castiel."

"Yeah. That's what Marion needs help with. What's she helpin' you with?" Bobby asked.

"We needed… transportation. We spent so much time stuck… talking. We decided that we were pawns, that we didn't need to fight. I convinced him that you humans are good additions to the Earth and he convinced me that God didn't want us to fight. That was Zachariah and the administrative archangels who wanted it. We found a truce, and brotherly bonding occurred."

Sam's eyes widened as he realized who was speaking. "She said 'yes' to you? How did she pull you out?"

"We marked her soul as our own. We attached to her and she pulled us out."

Dean cleared his throat. "Please tell me that both of my siblings didn't let Satan out of his box."

Michael smirked. "If you want us to stand around talking, we can do that, Dean. But your twin is holding two archangels within her and the power is destroying her. She's being torn apart. We need to locate a few demons in order to slow the process long enough to fell this false God and find new vessels for us."

"Demons?" Dean asked, gruffly.

"Yes. Your sister has taken quite a liking to demon blood. That's a good thing, considering it's what is keeping her alive."

"Is Lucifer in there?" Sam asked meekly.

Michael smiled and then flew out of the room.

"She let them out of the Cage? Are you shittin' me? What an idjit!"

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Marion felt bad as she took control back from Michael. She wished she could talk to them and explain. But she was in pain, not just from the power inside her trying to burst out but the hunger she was feeling. Michael had procured a bottle of demon blood for her before he disappeared to the back of her mind.

"Are you sure you want him dead? He's going to clean up the corruption in Heaven. Corruption that's been there as long as I've been gone from Heaven."

"He needs to be stopped, Luce. He's not God. And it's an affront every moment he spends walking around claiming he is. Just let me drink and we'll move on."

"It's not your job to stop him."

Marion turned to Chuck, who was leaning against the alley wall. "You know, I don't often flat-out tell someone not to do a thing. I gave Moses those 6 commandments all those years ago and I haven't really tried since he added 4 of his own. But you… I warned you. I told you exactly how badly this would turn and you ignored me."

"Chuck…" Marion started, but Chuck interrupted.

"I think you should call me 'God' today. Or 'my Lord', or 'sir', something that shows reverence for the being who could have written you out of this world as soon as I realized what you would do here. You have let two angels mark your soul and you don't even know what that means!"

Chuck watched, unfazed, while Marion's body jerked violently as both angels tried for control. "Hello, Michael. Hello, Lucifer."

"So, this is what it takes to get you speaking to someone other than Joshua? Marking your favorite monkey? Your favorite anomaly?" Lucifer spat out, angrily.

"You are not meant to be here. I will leave you in the ether with no hope for a vessel if you do not leave her."

"We have nowhere to go. Father, please. We will refrain from killing Brother Castiel, we'll let him do his work, but until we find suitable vessels, we cannot leave her." Michael begged.

"You have a suitable vessel, Michael, but it's only suitable for one. Lucifer will need to leave."

"No! I found her. I befriended her. I convinced her to say 'yes'. If anyone deserves this Winchester, it is me. But she can handle the two of us awhile longer, Father. We will both find new vessels and move on."

Chuck looked at them with a bit of amusement. "You seem to think that because you convinced these Winchesters to free you , that you have earned the right to walk my Earth. You have not been pardoned, Lucifer. You worked against me. You tried to overthrow me. You, in your vast and infinite pride, thought you could do better than me. You were placed in that Cage as punishment."

"For doing exactly what Castiel is doing now! You punish Luci for thousands of years for trying to prove himself like to you, but Castiel calls himself the New God and you're not going to let us stop him?!" Marion cried.

"Castiel's end is already in progress. It is a slow and agonizing end that will come by his own hand, with a bit of help from the better Winchesters. I cannot allow you to swoop in and change what I have written for him. His end will be the beginning of a redemption and I can't let you come between that. You have 48 hours to find vessels or I will rip you from her." Chuck warned before disappearing.

Marion fell to the hard concrete and gravel beneath her and hung her head. She kept getting played for a fool by these damn angels. None of them gave a damn. No one cared.

"You called me a monkey. Just like Uriel." She whispered, sadly.

"Marion, I didn't mean…"

"Don't. You've never lied to me before. Manipulated, yes, but you've never lied. Why start now?" She ordered, standing. "Let's just go find someone else for you to manipulate into giving you control."

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Marion walked into Bobby's salvage yard and cleared her throat. Dean turned around and gasped. "Marion!"

The relieved look on his face turned cold and he remembered his anger. "It's been weeks. I thought you exploded."

She shook her head and quietly replied. "No such luck, Dean."

Dean looked her up and down before turning back to the Impala's engine. "You don't look strung out on demon blood. They still in there?"

"No, they aren't. They found other vessels… who promptly exploded as soon as they became possessed. It takes a lot of power to hold an archangel."

"Yeah, I wouldn't know. Never been dumb enough to say 'yes' to one, let alone two."

"You almost did once." Marion mumbled, leaning against the frame. "You have to understand. What Castiel did, what he's still doing… I had to do what I could to stop it."

"Yeah? So, why's Cas still killing charlatans?"

"Dean, if God hadn't come to me and told me to stop, that the ending God had written for Castiel was a just and horrible ending, I would have killed him. But God ordered me to stop. And I had to listen this time."

"Okay, then, let's talk about that. When did you become this family's Joshua?" Dean called over his shoulder.

"You mean, when did God start talking to me? He revealed himself right before you crashed Michael and Lucifer's big fight." She said, anticipating his next move and handing him a wrench.

"Well, why you?"

"Dean, if He wanted you to know Him, he would have revealed himself to you. But he didn't."

Dean turned around and leaned on the engine, knowing that it was futile to try to get more out of her. "So… God tell you how Cas is gonna bite it?"

"No. Just said that he's gonna end by his own hand… with help from 'the better Winchesters'." Marion said.

"God called us the 'better Winchesters'? That's a bit… rude." Dean wiped at his hands with a rag. "So, what are you doing here, Mare?"

"I have nowhere else to go."

"So, what do you want, a welcome home party? You want a parade, a banner for coming home for 5 minutes?"

"Dean."

"No. You've been gone our whole lives and you would think that you'd actually want to be around your family, but you have taken every chance to disappear. You lied to me, you got yourself hopped up on demon blood, you run away. You are just like Sammy. Except Sam let Lucifer out of Hell on accident, not because he wanted to put his ex down. Sam didn't let a couple archangels mark his soul, something Bobby can't find any info on, by the way. Everything you've done… it's like you're trying to one-up Sam on all of his worst decisions.

He abandons us for college, you abandoned us for college, but you decide to let me think you're dead the whole time. Sam fucks around with somebody and it ends in disaster, you fuck around with an angel that God told you to back off from, it ends in disaster and you almost start a fight to rival Armageddon. Sam says 'yes' to Lucifer, you say 'yes' to Lucifer and Michael. How can I trust you, Marion?"

The intense stare Dean bore into her with made her uncomfortable so she looked down at her feet. "I'm not the only one who has made mistakes, Dean. If you hadn't been so busy letting Crowley dick you around, you'd have been able to see what Castiel was up to."

"Or you could've told me. I wouldn't have had to figure it out myself."

"Nothing I do is right, Dean. And I'm sure not going to be the one to tell you that your best friend has been betraying you. It hurt me enough just knowing it. You're right, though. I have fucked up, royally. And I'd probably be dead if God hadn't saved me from Lucifer and Michael. But how much would you care? I can leave, Dean. I can go start over somewhere away from here and not bother you again. Maybe call you on our birthday every year. I could do that. Say the word."

Marion looked up and caught Dean's uncomfortable stare. "Tell me, truthfully, that you don't want me around anymore and you can go back to pretending I don't exist."

Dean looked away this time. "I don't know, Mare. Maybe… maybe it would be better if you left. It was a lot easier when it was just me and Sammy. No you, no Cas."

"If you send that girl away, you'll never forgive yourself, Dean." Bobby said, walking up with a beer.

"Hi, Bobby." Marion muttered.

Bobby nodded to her. "Not just 'cause she's yer sister, either, Dean, but because you don't know if her actions an' decisions were directly influenced by your memories. She was different before. Now, she's more hunter and that's yer fault. You gonna send her away because she made some rash decisions? She's got 30 years of screw-ups that she never got to make. She's just makin' up fer lost time."

"Bobby, how can we trust her?"

"Can you trust yerself? Trust Sam? Then you can trust her. She's a good midpoint between yer stupid and Sam's stupid. Give her another shot."

Dean sighed. "She's much closer to Sam's stupid."

"No, 'cause you ain't ever made a bad decision. You ain't ever sold yer soul to fix somethin' or tried to say 'yes' to an archangel. Just think about it, ya idjit."

"I guess we're all screwed up." Marion whispered.

"Yeah. Guess so. Welcome home." Dean said, slamming the hood and walking toward the house.

"I don't think he would have let me stay if you hadn't come out here."

"And he'd regret it."

"Thank you, Bobby."

Bobby shrugged. "No problem."

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