"How were you able to figure out that Zechariah wants war?" Sam asked Adnachiel. She looked up from her lunch, wiping some crumbs off her mouth, before she answered. Dean and Cass directed their eyes on her. They were also interested in what she had to say.

"If someone broke into your house and left several things, small things, out of place you'd notice. Might not think anything of it at first, but if the person keeps coming and starts getting haughty you finally start to figure it out. Zechariah was getting haughty. He's pushing humans and angels around. Keeping us from our Father. He thinks he's a sly old fox, but he's tracking mud all over Heaven," she told the group. "Oh-thanks for grabbing me the pie Sam. I was starving!" Taking another bite of her slice of pie, she tried to talk again.

"Tooh mahny arhngels arh turning up (gulp) dead," she said. Dean's lips turned up into a one-sided grin, and he sat down in a chair next to her. Fortunately their room had a small table so Adnachiel's mess landed on the tabletop instead of the floor.

"You're going to have to say that again, because that was impossible to understand. Except the 'turning up dead' part."

A heavy sigh dropped from Adnachiel's mouth.

"I said…too many angels are turning up dead. Murdering an angel is a terrible, terrible thing to do, because unlike humans we're spirits. We don't have a body and a soul. We're just a spirit, one entity, and if you cut that up we go poof! Now shut up, I wanna eat."

"I do not understand why you bother with the act of eating," Tabbris wondered as she watched perplexed. Adnachiel shrugged and shoved another piece into her mouth.

"My girl likes it. You should try it sometime. Want some, guys?" She offered the remaining pieces to Sam and Dean. They shook their heads.

"No thanks."

"Just ate."

"Sweet. More for me," she giggled cheerfully. The group watched her stuff her face for a moment before they turned to each other. Tabbris crossed her muscular arms and asked, "What should we do?"

"I don't know. Anna would fight with us, but she is Fallen and taken captive."

"She would have been no good to us anyway. She's rejected Heaven. She's as bad as Zechariah," Tabbris spat. Dean bristled at the insult.

"Hey! Leave her out of this!" He snapped back. "Just because she liked having some free will makes her nothing like Zechariah!"

Castiel eyed him intently as Tabbris' jaw tightened. She opened her mouth to argue, but Cass cut her off.

"We will leave Anna out of our plans and our discussion. We will not fight amongst ourselves," he told them giving them his "I'm in charge" look.

Dean turned on his heel and aimed his glare at Adnachiel who was watching him.

"What?" He barked. Suddenly a look of recognition came upon her features.

"I forgot! She screwed you! No wonder you were standing up for her!" Castiel was staring at her incredulously, and Tabbris looked as if she had swallowed her tongue.

"Can't you two tell? Look! He's got angel glow all over his…his-to put it delicately-his equipment!"

"Dean?" Sam scoffed. "You slept with Anna?"

"Hey! I-we-Stop looking at me like that!" Dean yelped as his head whipped around at the people fixing their eyes on him.

"What!" Tabbris shouted. "You-you…." She was so angry her words stuttered off into nothing. Castiel just gaped at the guilty fornicator.

"Dean…I can't believe you," Sam muttered shaking his head. Adnachiel raised a finger as she stood from the chair.

"You're not innocent of having sex outside your species either Sammy. You're both tainted," she informed him. "Ruby's nasty ink is covering you."

It was now Dean's turn to stare at his brother.

"You did Ruby! You actually had sex with that skanky bitch?" He asked in disbelief. Sam rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, knowing that he was in deep shit at the moment.

"Unbelievable Sam! Unbelievable!" Dean cried throwing his hands up in the air. Castiel groaned, sinking down to the bed and rubbed his fingers against his temples. What was he going to do with these two? They were hopeless….

Adnachiel stood before them all and put her hands on her hips.

"I brought this bit of gross information to light because we need to discuss something. First off. Sam. You have a problem and an addiction. We'll take care of that for you. Second. Dea-"

"Um, Excuse me!" Sam interrupted her rather annoyed.

"Want do you mean I have an addiction?" He spit the word out of his mouth like it was foul tasting.

Adnachiel's eyebrows shut up and she wiggled a finger at his gut.

"Uhhh…. The juice flowin' through your insides ain't all human, buddy. Ya got a problem," she stated again. Dean's eyes met his brother's.

"She's right you do." Sam glared back. The angels watched silently as his temper began to flair.

"It's making me stronger," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Same thing happens with steroids," Dean drawled. "And then your testicles shrink."