Castiel walked out of the diner with a lot of information, figuring out exactly how to tell Kylie about it and what to do next. If he was right, then those yellow eyes he saw in the video feed… It was another Prince of Hell.

"My sister, Dagon, she's taken an interest." Ramiel's words echoed in Castiel's head for a moment. She wasn't the only Prince of Hell there was, but in that case, she was the most likely one to have been there. If she was watching Kelly…

If Kylie's efforts to try and track Kelly had been difficult before, they would be near impossible now.

Castiel looked up, and saw someone leaning against his truck. Angel. He lowered his blade immediately. "Nice day out!" The angel shouted, sounding quite friendly. Castiel stared at him for a moment until he recognized who was within the vessel. "Hello brother."

"Kelvin." Castiel said, automatically preparing to defend.

"Oh you remember!" Kelvin exclaimed. "We only met the once, so…" His voice trailed off, and Castiel took the opportunity to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

"Same reason as you and that demon you got loaned. To track down Kelly Kline and that unholy bun she's got in her oven." He answered, looking around. "Speaking of the demon, though, where'd she go?"

"She was called back by Crowley." Castiel lied, this time much better and much easier than he had in the past.

"It's a shame. I missed Kylie." The way he said it made his blood boil. Kelvin had been one of the angels that ridiculed her and wanted her dead.

"She's busy." He stated, calm and clear.

"Well, if the wife's away," Kelvin shrugged. "Why don't we help each other out?"

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked.

"There's a great bar a few blocks away." Kelvin offered. "Let's go sit and talk, out of the open areas and the like. I'll buy." Castiel felt skeptical about it, but accepted anyways. More information would be useful. Kylie wouldn't like it...

Or would she? She was working with people that hadn't necessarily acted with perfect morals either. The ends justified the means more often than not; however, those people did seem invested in her well-being. The response time to her being missing was quite fast, and her friend T.J. had been extremely worried for her safety.

Would meeting with Kelvin, discussing and sharing some information, really be as bad or different from what she was doing? We were both looking for what had killed other angels, how bad could it be to at least converse?

Sometimes, in the name of doing good and helping others, you had to work with people you didn't necessarily enjoy being around. Dean and Sam did it with Crowley. Kylie had even worked with Crowley. He could talk with Kelvin.

"Weather's nice, isn't it?" Kelvin commented. "Not as nice as Heavens is, of course, but for Earth," he looked around a little as they walked, nodding. "It's a nice day, don't you agree?"

"Yes." He nodded with Kelvin. Castiel couldn't help but agree, it was a nice day. He couldn't help but wish that Kylie was there to enjoy it with him. Kelvin didn't try to initiate any more conversation on the way, just looked around. Castiel took a moment to observe Kelvin and his actions. He looked… A mix of bored and amazed with what was around him; the same look that the majority of his brothers had had when they looked at humanity. Amazed at what the humans had accomplished, but in a condescending and bored way that showed they were only impressed due to the believed small-mindedness that crippled humanity. But he still took the time to look around.

Kelvin wasn't used to being around on Earth, that much was obvious. If he had been on Earth for a long time, he would either look at his surroundings much differently or not at all. If he had been around humans more frequently, he would be more appreciative and aware of exactly what these people had accomplished.

He talked more like the humans normally did, though. He observed, probably a lot on interactions and social commentary versus general activity and movements like Castiel had done.

Castiel pondered on these differences as they approached the bar, as well as the question of how Kelvin knew about said bar and whether or not it was good. Was it a memory from his vessel? Had he actually been in?

Different angels had their pleasures and things they sometimes enjoyed about humanity, almost like how Ramiel had enjoyed fishing.

These days, he wasn't entirely certain how demons and angels differed. Not anymore.

They walked in quietly, and took seats at the bar. Castiel ordered water, whereas Kelvin ordered a beer. Castiel clasped his hands together, almost in prayer. He wasn't praying, though. He was just… Thinking. Trying to understand why an angel that hadn't spent a lot of time on Earth (but at the same time definitely knew some things) – an angel that was definitely a part of Heaven, a place he had been… well… pretty much excommunicated from – wanted to meet with him.

"So, how are things in Heaven?" Castiel finally asked, letting out a small sigh.

"Functional." Kelvin answered. He sounded… More honest that Castiel would expect. More blunt. "You know, there's the usual infighting, people taking sides on different hot-topic issues," Castiel didn't have to ask to know he was speaking about his status as a Cordziz Hoath. "But… Let's just say Lucifer having a baby on board has brought us all together." Castiel was surprised about that. He knew Heaven could band together, he'd seen it with Amara, but hearing about it from another angel and that it could still happen… It made him feel hopeful and saddened, because they couldn't band together for themselves, but they could when Lucifer's child was involved.

"You know, this is an all hands on deck situation, Castiel." Kelvin added, leaning in. He tapped his fist on the bar in front of them once. "Including yours."

"OK," Castiel could feel a bit of sarcasm in his own voice. "So you're here for my hands?" He knew Kylie would be proud of the comment.

"We want you." Kelvin explained. Castiel rolled his eyes, and returned his gaze to his drink. "Look, you got more field experience than the next thousand angels combined." He laid one hand over the other, and rested them both on the bar.

"I think you overestimate me." Castiel replied, not looking at the angel. He had been around Kylie enough to recognize that style of speaking, when a person was trying to be complimentary for coercion.

"I don't." Kelvin argued. Castiel just shook his head. "Look, I know you're working with the Winchesters and Kylie, wherever she's gone and hidden," Castiel raised an eyebrow at Kelvin's words, but nothing else. At least if the angels were trying to kill her, they didn't know where she'd gone. "And their hearts are all in the right place, but wouldn't it be better to have us waiting in the proverbial wings?" He smiled at his own pun, leaning back a little bit. "All the power of Heaven behind you?" Castiel glanced over at him, and for a second he could see it. He could see the possibilities with it. Sam, Dean, Kylie, and all the powers of Heaven searching for this woman and her unborn child.

The possibilities there… They would be endless.

Then Castiel remembered another time when all the powers of Heaven were supposedly in line with the Winchesters towards one goal. And that time… It almost ended in the apocalypse.

Castiel shook his head again, looking away. So Kelvin tried a new tactic.

"You ever miss it?" He asked. "Upstairs?" Castiel froze then. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I like Earth. It's quirky. It smells like hay. But it's not home, is it?"

That was the one thing he didn't like admitting to himself; that he did miss Heaven. He hadn't been in there, wanted and accepted and allowed without getting looks over everyone's shoulders and feelings of uncertainty and sometimes hatred from his own brothers. He missed home, and a home where he was not judged as harshly for his choices.

"I don't believe I'm welcome in Heaven." Castiel reminded the angel, as well as himself. It didn't matter how much he wished being in Heaven. Earth was his home now. He had Kylie.

"No, you're not." Kelvin agreed. "They still hold a lot of grudges up there. But what if I told you that you could come back?" Castiel froze a second time then, and Kelvin kept talking. "That all your sins could be forgotten? Forgiven? That you could be with your human woman without our brothers and sisters judgement?"

"I would say that you're lying." Castiel replied, looking Kelvin in the eyes. If there was one thing that he understood about angels, it was their stubbornness.

"Oh, but I'm not." Kelvin replied. "You help us track down Kelly Kline, and you will be welcomed back in to the fold." Castiel narrowed his eyes.

"Right." Once more, Castiel was certain that Kylie would admire his sarcasm. "And you have the power to do that."

"Oh no, I can't." Kelvin admitted. "I'm just the messenger. But Joshua can." Castiel took a moment to let this sink in. Joshua had been the only angel to speak with God during the apocalypse, and was the wisest one among them. He was the only angel left that every other one respected, no matter their personal beliefs.

He was also the only angel that had chosen to stay neutral, consistently, no matter the situation.

"Joshua." Castiel repeated. "I thought he stepped aside." He had been offered leadership on multiple occasions, from all the angels, and each time had turned it down.

"He did." Kelvin replied. "But like I said, all hands on deck situation." Castiel couldn't believe it. Joshua was becoming involved.

Heaven really had rallied around a central issue.

"Imagine it, Castiel," Kelvin continued. "Free to come and go as you please. Part of your family, your true family, again."

No matter how much Castiel denied it, told himself that Sam and Dean and Kylie were the only family he needed, he still missed those he'd spent millennia with; He still missed the angels.

"Look," Kelvin finally said. "The Gardener's got a plan. All we ask is that you hear us, hear him," he emphasized again, using everything except Joshua's name this time. "Out. For the greater good."

Castiel leaned back, thinking on this. The angels refused to speak with him nowadays, had banned him from Heaven and from speaking with others. First it was Lucifer, then with the rest of his old unit dead… He was an outcast. He was unwanted. If he dared enter Heaven again… He would be slaughtered on sight.

If he could go back… No worries about being killed for entering his home. No worries about any angels coming after him or Kylie in retaliation. Acceptance, actual acceptance was being offered.

His reverie was broken by his phone buzzing. Kylie, saying that she'd be back early the next morning.

Kelvin threw down some money, and handed him a piece of paper. "Think about it." He offered, standing up. "Meet us at the entrance in, say, a few days?" He offered. "If you don't show, we understand, but we could really use your help." He stood up, and was about to walk away before remembering something. "Oh, and Joshua will be there. If you come on board, he wants to talk with you in person."

Castiel watched Kelvin walk out, and took a look at the piece of paper he had been given. It named a specific date and time, as well as a reminder for where the meeting would take place. He stuffed it in the pocket of his overcoat, uncertain as to what he would do with it.