The song here is "Beat the Devil's Tattoo" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Beat the Devil's Tattoo
Sam and Dean sat at the table in the main room of the bunker, sitting in silence and going over what happened between Anne and Crowley, then the fact that the angels were taking notice in something about Hell. Like always, the Winchesters were left in the dark. They were the hunters; the ones that dealt with these issues and that kept the world safe. How can they do their jobs if they're not being informed? Who's going to stop Hell? The angels? They can't even be in the same room without fighting each other.
They called out to Castiel, but he must have been "busy" once again. So, they sat in silence, knowing that books could only contain so much information. Sam looked through his phone at their contacts and knew none of them would have the answers. As much as they hated it; they'd have to sit and wait for news to fall in their laps.
In the meanwhile, someone else knew something was going on, but also had no details, which was a first. He could hear the angels murmuring and he knew they were clueless. Unlike him, they had resources.
Gabriel stood in an abandoned warehouse and had just summoned Nerilla, and stood patiently, waiting for her. When he felt cold fingers almost unnoticeably brush the back of his neck, Nerilla stepped into view off his right side with a dark grin.
"Missed me?" she asked and he snorted with a grin of his own.
"Like the Apocalypse." He replied and her grin faded slightly, but it remained in her eyes. "So, Heaven is making inquiries about your Home Sweet Home." He added and she just stood there, staring at him with something brewing in her mind. He could see it in her eyes.
"Are they?" she asked and he caught of glimpse of concern even if she tried to hide it.
"What's going on?" he asked her and after a few seconds, she grinned darkly.
"Can't tell you, sorry." She said and although she was playing with him, that concern was still there. The corner of Gabriel's lips twitched, he would have grinned if he wasn't put off.
"We've never hid information from each other." He said and she let out a cold and sharp laugh, twirling her finger in her hair… something she never did. Was she panicking?
"You sound like a wounded lover." She said, not even meeting his eyes. That wasn't her either.
"You used to be one." He said and her usual demonic demeanor fell, leaving her looking exactly like a wounded lover. "Cut the bullshit and tell me what is Hell up to." He said and she hesitated looking at him. When she did, she didn't bother to hide the concern; not only for Hell, but for her relationship with him. Although she was a big bad demon, she feared losing him.
"It's nothing." she said and Gabriel clenched his jaw, feeling irritated, which was so unlike him.
"The angels are talking about Hell's power growing, Nerilla." He said and just stared at her. "I know about Clara." He said and Nerilla's face paled. "I know a great deal and that night where you wanted information on Anne and Gadreel, I expected you to mention Clara, but you didn't and I knew you'd hide information from me." he said and she couldn't help but feel that heavy guilt. Then, the fact that he knew she'd withhold information set her off.
"If you knew, then why are you acting like a douche? Not only that, but now whose hiding information now? How do you know about Clara?" she asked and he just glared at her. He wasn't telling and he wasn't impressed with her calling him a douche.
The silence seemed to last forever as they glared angrily at each other.
"This power spurt is about Clara, isn't it?" he asked and at that moment, as they stared at each other intensely, Gabriel figured it out and Nerilla knew it. However, she stood firm and narrowed her eyes at him as if she would cast aside their relationship and protect Hell's new power with all she has left in her demonic essence.
That was not like her… but it was something that made him want to grin, if he wasn't feeling sort of betrayed and slightly hurt.
As Sam and Dean waited in the bunker, trying to avoid their frustration, when there was that familiar faint breeze. They looked up and saw Castiel's blue eyes staring down at them with this firm expression.
"Not busy?" Dean asked and Castiel's eyes softened, as if that stung. "Anne made a deal with Crowley, just thought you'd like to know. Or did you already?" he asked and Sam glanced at his brother, feeling uncomfortable. The tension was unbearable.
Castiel looked slightly hurt, but he was greatly concerned and had to inform his friends, knowing that they had more experience in this than he did, as bad as that sounded.
"The angels have sensed a threatening presence, but can't quite understand what it is. It is something we have never encountered." He said and the brothers glanced at each other and then back at Castiel.
"Besides Crowley and his Cambion wife, there's something else?" Dean asked and glanced down at their table full of books. "Great." He said and Castiel glanced at Sam, as if he wished he knew more. "Got anything on Anne's deal?" Dean asked and when he met Castiel's gaze, his green eyes were cold.
Honestly, Castiel didn't intend on investigating Anne's deal. He couldn't inform himself on every human's deal with Hell and he knew that Gadreel wouldn't let her unless she was safe. He also knew that Gadreel wanted to be left alone with the woman he loved and Castiel was going to respect his wishes.
"No." Castiel said and Dean looked away, evidently angry. However, Sam was trying to keep the peace by continuing the conversation.
"Are you sure the angels never faced whatever this is?" he asked and Castiel remained silent, uncertain of what to say. "You know Jesse, what he was before he disappeared and you know Clara, how powerful she is and how loyal she is to Crowley." Sam added and Dean looked up, as if trying to see his brother's train of thought.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed, slightly confused. "However the two are very different." He added and the Winchesters knew that was true. "Perhaps she is growing stronger than we could have imagined. Some believe it's only Hell were feeing her, but some suspect Crowley may have had a hand in this." he said and all three remained silent, feeling the heaviness of the awkward silence. Then, Dean lifted up his head with wide eyes.
"Son of a bitch." He said with a troubling suspicion creeping upon him. He couldn't put it into words, but Sam's expression, the creases in his face disappearing as he widened his eyes, told Dean that his brother caught on.