"Just what we need another freaking angel."

Not exactly the explosion Shiloh was expecting from Dean. Dean was the kill the monster first and then sort it all out, type and her arrival had thrown him off kilter. She breathed a sigh of relief when Dean's comment seamed to snap Sam out of his funk.

"You say you're an angel, so how come the warding didn't work against you?"

That was her Sam, always thinking and one step ahead of the monsters. "Those things don't work on my kind of angel. We are different."

"Wait your kind? You mean there are different kind of dicks?"

"Dean Wyatt Winchester I know you were taught better than that," Shiloh chastised. "Not all angels deserve your anger."

"Wyatt?"

"Shut up, Sammy." Dean only glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye wondering if he could leave to get the angel blade. He needed to distract the woman, "How do you know my name?"

"Really Dean? Just go get it. I won't touch Sam. I promise. "

Dean cocked his head in what Shiloh liked to refer to as the RCA dog look. She took pity on the man and said, "Really Dean, I've been with you long enough to know all of your tells. You cannot kid me, trick me, or lie to me."

The two brothers exchanged glances and Dean backed away still pointing the gun at Shiloh. He let the useless weapon hang limply at his side and scratched his eyebrow before speaking "Look no offence but your kind has always tried to screw us over. They either want to kill us or use us."

"He's not saying you are he is just…" Sam hurriedly added.

Shiloh kind of chuckled once things were progressing about like she thought they would. They weren't going to trust her and nothing could happen until they did. This was a huge risk and one she hated. But on the other hand she knew her boys and sooner or later they would accept her. She just wanted it sooner rather than later. "It's okay Sam, he…you don't trust me. I took a chance when I came here that you wouldn't but I had to try."

"So what you're just going to leave now?"

Shiloh looked at Dean and shrugged. "What do you suggest Sam? Look at Dean, we're at an impasse. You two have let the actions of several angels dictate how you treat all of us."

Dean scoffed, "Because most of you are dicks. You said you have been around since I was born… where were you when we needed you?"

"Just because I didn't make myself known doesn't mean I wasn't there, Dean."

"So how do you explain all the times Sam and I almost died or did die?"

Sam sighed, he knew Dean had a point but this wasn't going to help them trust the angel in front of them.

"It's a long story."

"We have time," Dean responded waving the gun with an on with it motion.

"Actually we don't. Bartholomew is getting closer to Castiel and we need to protect him first and then I promise I will explain everything to you. "

The look Sam and Dean exchanged told Shiloh that they were thinking about giving her the benefit of the doubt. But she also knew it wasn't going to be that easy, they were going to set some kind of trap for her.

"Give me something? I want something that will tell my gut that you're telling the truth," Dean demanded.

"Fair enough. I will actually give you two things, one you can check on and one you will just have to try to accept. First do you think you either one of you could take a year off and not see anything supernatural? No Demons, no shifters or ghost? And yet both of you did."

Shiloh watched as Sam digested the information and the look of incredulity was followed by a quick tug at the corners of his mouth. "Second, I sent Castiel to you Dean. I convinced him to be the angel to pull you from hell. Although I tried to get him to do it sooner but Zachariah wouldn't let him."

"I don't believe you. If you were my guardian angel why did you let me go to hell in the first place?"

"I am just a guardian angel Dean not God and after Ruben's betrayal they chained me until after the hounds could take you."

"Who chained you and who is Ruben?" Sam asked leaning against the impala.

"Rafael. Ruben is a longer story one that is going to take a while and more trust. Why don't you call Castile and ask him about me."

Dean gave a thoughtful look and nodded. "And what are you going to do?"

"I will be around."

"Wait," Sam said. "How do we know you are not going to force Cas to tell us what you want him too"

Shiloh did not like where this was going. "What do you suggest?"

Dean slapped his thigh and chuckled. "You could stand in a ring of holy fire."

Shiloh debated. They didn't trust her and they might decide not to let her out. She couldn't be trapped away from them if Bartholomew decided to strike. Plus Dean had a habit of telling you what you wanted to hear until he got what he wanted. But on the other hand if she could prove to Sam he would let her out. It would go a long way to creating trust. This was one of times that she broke the rules and now have to live with the consequences. "Fine but Sam you have to get me a chair."

The two brothers exchange a glance and Sam ambled out of the garage and Shiloh took the moment that she and Dean were alone. "Dean I am agreeing to this because I need you to trust me. And since you are trusting Ezekiel with Sam you ought to give me the benefit of the doubt. If you decide you're not going to let me out. I will tell him about his angelic pacemaker."

"Do NOT even think about it. I will kill you before you have a chance," Dean ground out glaring at the angel.

"Really Dean after all I have done and you think I would suggest it lightly. But I am wondering if you want him in Sam. You didn't even ask once if I could heal him and then Ezekiel could leave. Could you be looking for a replacement for Castiel."

Dean looked away from Shiloh and cleared his throat but before he could say anything Sam appeared with a clay jar and a folding chair.