I want to give a huge shout out to my beta -Ruthann ... she is reading this story and my other one "the dogs of war" even though she hasn't had a chance to watch the brothers in action.

"Dean, do you really think this is a good idea?"

Dean placed one of the two sandwiches on the table in front of his brother before he shrugged non-committed. He slide into the seat across from Sam and eyed his own sandwich. "I'm not seeing a problem with it. We leave Crowley here all the time."

Sam picked at the bread ignoring Dean's frown. "I don't think we should leave her locked down in your room."

"I thought we discussed this. Until we know who she is and what she wants she is not getting out of there."

"Now it's what she wants? Are you going to keep adding things on just so you have an excuse not to let her out?"

Dean stared at the food in his hand and thought about it for a minute. "I am not seeing a problem. We are finally in control and I not understanding why you are having an issue with this? You were the one that said we could use her."

Sam pushed his plate away and frowned. "I didn't mean keep her locked up like she was some kind of demon. I don't know why but this feels wrong, Dean."

Dean shoved his half eaten food away from him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Feels wrong? Ninety percent of the angels we have met have had their own agendas and most to the time it has come at the expense of the Winchesters. I sooner let Abaddon ride me than allow one more freak with wings screw us over."

Sam stood with the intention of walking out of the room on his brother. He pulled on one of the light coats hanging on the back of the chair. "Look Dean, I get it. Trusting is hard for you but you've done it before. Castiel when you first met him. Meg…okay not Meg we just used her as we needed to But Benny. I am wondering if this is not about not trusting her but anger that she didn't stop things from happening."

Dean started to say something but Sam interrupted. "I know… you don't do chick flicks, and I need some air, I am going to go on a beer run."

"Sam… Sammy," Dean called to his brothers back as the younger man ascended the stairs. When the bunker door slammed, Dean yelled, "Son of a bitch."

Kevin's POV

"Are you sure this is where you want me to drop you off, kid," the taxi driver said looking at the man in the back seat.

Kevin looked at the bunker and thought about what the driver must be thinking. He had expected to see the impala parked outside. "Yeah, this is fine. Another person from my anthropology class is going to meet me here."

The driver accepted the money from the young man and shook his head. "What part of anthropology would have you out here in the middle of nowhere at and abandoned building?"

Kevin grinned. "We are working on the thesis that we are a throw away culture. We build stuff and then when we don't need it anymore we abandon it."

The cab driver waited until his passenger got out of the car and said, "Okay kid, whatever you say. I would stay here with you until your friend gets here but it will have to be with the meter on. Otherwise you have our number."

Kevin pretended to think, "No thank you. I have a limited amount of transportation money. I will call if I need a ride back."

The driver inclined his head to Kevin and put the cab in gear to make a wide turn out of the cul-de-sac. Kevin waited until he no longer saw the red tail lights before heading down the stairs and into the building.

"Dean, Sam," He called out. When Kevin didn't receive an answer he slowly descended the staircase in the main hall and tried again.

This time he could hear Dean shouting at someone back in the living areas. He followed the sound of the oldest Winchester's angry voice until he was standing outside Dean's room. He watched for a couple minutes as Dean yelled at his empty bed. "Dean why is your room on fire."

Dean turned around startled to see Kevin standing there with his backpack slung over his shoulder waiting for answer. He was mortified that he hadn't heard Kevin come in. His anger at Shiloh wasn't an excuse. He was supposed to always be on guard.

"How did you get back here?"

Kevin looked at the fire in the bedroom and back at Dean twice before he answered, "uum a taxi.

"Dude, you had a taxi bring you out here?"

"Yes Dean, I did. I waited for you or Sam to come get me for two hours. Did you think I was going to sleep at the library?"

"About that," Dean said scratching his eyebrow. "We kind of have had an issue here and wasn't sure exactly what to do about it."

Immediately Kevin's mind started working on the worst possible situation and for him it was Crowley. "He got loose didn't he? That's why your room is on fire?"

"What? No. Crowley is still locked up in the dungeon. This is worse. We have angel issues."

"Is that why your room is on fire?"

"Yes."

Kevin waited for Dean to say more but the older man just glared at the bed. He shook his head and turned to leave. "Do you want to know what I found?"

Dean rubbed the wrinkle forming in the middle of his forehead and sighed. Just once he would like to deal with one problem at a time. "We could but then you will have to repeat it once Sammy gets back."

Kevin grimaced slightly, "I'll just wait. You go back to yelling at your bed, I'm going to go fix me something to eat."

Ezekiel's POV

The phone in Sam's back pocket vibrated for the sixth time since he left the bunker. Dean was like a pitbull when he wanted something but Sam wasn't in the mood to argue with his brother just yet. Normally whatever Dean said he went along with but for some reason this felt different. Truth was he didn't know why it was different either. Logically he knew how many times the angels had screwed them over but for her he was willing to discount it. That was the thing that scared him and told him to go cool down; he wanted to know why it was so important. He still hadn't figured that out yet, which was why he hadn't answered Dean.

Sam picked up a head of cabbage, looked it over and then placed it in a produce bag when an older man in a sweater walked up to the produce isle next to him. "I'd been hoping to get you alone. Dean Winchester has you locked up tighter than heaven."

Sam turned a blank look on the man standing next to him and thanked his training with Dean not to react. He had not expected to see Metatron again. "Excuse me, what did you say?"

Metatron chuckled, "I like humans, I really do but sometimes you are shallow. I wasn't talking to you."

Sam's startled look was quickly replaced by one of brilliant blue eyes flashing confusion. Ezekiel looked at the angel standing before him and worried. "Why were you looking for me?"

Metatron looked around as if he was worried that they were going to be overheard. "I knew the Angel you're pretending to be. What I want to know is why you're pretending?"

The angel almost panicked this was worse than when he found out about the Winchester's guardian angel. But she called him Ezekiel show she hadn't realized the truth. This angel was different. "What do you want?"

"Such an interesting way to treat a fellow angel. Have we fallen so far that we no longer treat each other like brothers and sisters. I had hopes that the great fall would have opened their eyes and stopped the infighting," Metatron said as he made a tisking sound.

"You threw them out of heaven?"

Metetron shrugged. "I had help. Other angels believed as I did. Castiel who gave up his grace and Naomi who gave her life to make it happen. They needed to be taught to appreciate what they had and quit fighting. I freed them. I freed you too."

"But so many of the angels have died in the fall. Not including the amount dying with the fighting that has continued on earth." Sam's body said confused.

Metatron shrugged. "I know and for that you don't know how sorry I am. I thought it would change things. I thought it would bring unity, but I thought wrong. Now I need help to fix what I have done. And I thought about you. The one angel wrongly accused of a crime you didn't commit. I thought you could understand. Your one job … you failed but."

"I didn't fail. I didn't do those things they say I did," the angel possessing Sam interrupted.

"Oh Gadreel, I didn't mean to imply that you let evil in to the garden deliberately. I just thought you would understand trying to do the right thing and it going completely wrong. I want you to help me bring the angels back to heaven and we can clear your name while we fix my mistake."

Gadreel paused and thought about it for a moment. He wanted the world to know he was just as good of an angel as Ezekiel was but he promised Dean that he would heal Sam. A job that was harder than it should be. "I can't. I gave my word to Dean Winchester."

Metatron pretended to think about it for a moment and shrugged. "It would be a shame not to clear your name. Think of how the angels will praise you for opening heaven back up to them. They will realize that you couldn't have done the things you were accused of doing. Everyone on heaven and earth will understand why you were his most trusted angel."

Metatron could see the battle going on behind the angels eyes and knew he had him. He was going to need a lackey if he intended to make heaven a paradise again. And if this one got killed he could always find another one who had been imprisoned. Just as long as he killed the meddlesome guardian angel and the prophet before they figured out how to open heaven before he was ready.

"What do I have to do," Gadreel asked subdued.

"I need to be sure that you are with me. Through the easy times and…" Metatron paused as if to think and continued. "The difficult parts. Taking back heaven will not be easy and there are going to be those who cannot return."

"Do you doubt me? As you said I was his most trusted," Gadreel demanded.

Metatron's tone was placating. "No I don't doubt your want, It is your will I need to be sure of. There are things that we will have to do. Those who do not want what we want and they will have to be eliminated."

"You are asking me to kill to prove my loyalty. I am not that kind of angel."

"No I am asking you to make a preemptive strike and remove those who could stop us from recreating heaven. I am asking you to choose to reclaim the honor even though you will have to sacrifice what you think of yourself. Here is the first name. You must decide where you are going to fit. You need to hurry though there is one who could stop us before we get a chance to start."

Gadreel looked at the name on the business card and blanched. "You want me to kill the prophet?"

When he received no answer he looked up and noticed he was alone. Gadreel put the business card with the name on it in Sam's pocket and fade back into the Winchester's sub consciousness.

Sam looked around the produce isle warily Metatron was here and Dean needed to know. Right now they had bigger problems than Shiloh. He dropped the head of cabbage in the basket and hurried up with the shopping.