The song here is "Anthem of the Angels" by Breaking Benjamin
Anthem of the Angels
She was no longer keeping track of the days that had passed. She didn't want to know how much time she was wasting in getting back her mother. She didn't want to know how many days she took to get as close to her old self as she could now that this pain clung onto her, eating up her soul.
Gadreel was doing all that he could for her, but Anne still felt the weight of her mother's death on her. She wanted to resurrect her, but everyone was telling her that the only thing her mother might accept is getting transferred to Heaven. Still, at no cost to her daughter. That's what her mother meant by "move on without me".
When Anne wasn't training brutally hard, she was researching, helping Sam and Dean in locating Crowley since no summoning ritual was working. So far, they had no such luck.
Around the Winchesters and Castiel, who rarely dropped in, she kept a hard shell. However, at night, in Gadreel's arms, she exposed her sensitive heart and often cried. She dreamt of her mother. Other times, the scenes of her mother's body lying in a pool of her own blood haunted her, turning her dreams into nightmares.
That's when, even without his grace, Gadreel was a total angel; exactly the angel, the saving grace, that she needed. He may not have known what to say to her, but he always knew what to do. And, whatever she asked for, he gave her, no matter how strange it was.
As Anne walked down the cold corridors of the bunker, she now felt out of place. Yes, as long as she was with Gadreel; it was home. But, the cold floors and long silence reminded her that she was there because of her mother's death. If her mother was still alive, she'd be a nice warm house. Not necessarily warm as in heat, but warm as in comfort. Home meant family. Her mother was the only family she had and now that was gone.
Yes, Gadreel was now her family, but no matter the love he gave her, she would still feel this agonizing pain.
"Hey." Said that soft raspy voice. Anne turned around and smiled weakly at Gadreel who was walking up from behind her. "You disappeared on us." He said and when he closed the gap between them, tenderly placed his hands on her hips, searching her eyes for any sign of grief.
"Just had to take a break." She said and he gave a soft smile. He waited for her to say more, but realized that her refusal to talk about it was her way of trying to avoid stress.
"Why don't we watch a movie." He said and she smiled and pushed her body against his, resting her head on his shoulder. When she didn't respond, he knew a movie wasn't what she wanted. "I could read you a book." He said, his tone of voice sounding hopeful. She sighed and nodded her head. She didn't want him to feel like he was running out of hope. He was good to her; he didn't deserve her sour moods.
"Poetry." She said, knowing that she wouldn't be able to understand it, so her mind wouldn't fall back on her mother's death. It would be too busy trying to understand strange imagery from a stroke of a poetic pen.
"Poetry it is." He said and slipped his hand into hers and walked down the corridor with her. She glanced up at him and smiled. The fact that she was smiling more like her good old self seemed to make his smiles bright and full of joy. His eyes would sparkle and help her to forget the Hell that surrounded her.
"Maybe we can slip out and sit under the stars." She said and he nodded his head.
"There's even a full moon out tonight." He said and she knew what he was hinting about.
"Have I influenced you?" she asked him.
When he first found out she was a Wiccan, he seemed a little unsettled, then he accepted it and it got to the point where he was unfazed by it. He encouraged it even. Now, it seemed he wanted to experience it with her. She began teaching him and casting simple spells with him.
His smile turned into a soft grin as he remained silent for a couple of seconds.
"Since the beginning." He replied and she couldn't resist taking her hand out of his and hooking her arm around his. He smiled and placed a quick kiss on her head. Anne knew he'd soon suggest spells they could cast, but honestly, she didn't need any spell because she already had the one thing that she needed.
Him.