The song here is "It's All" by Jono McCleery

It's All

Anne got out of the car and stood in place, screaming at whatever angel that was to bring Gadreel back. Her mother came out and stood beside her, trying to tell her that it was useless, however her daughter continued to scream.

When she was on the edge of losing her voice, she retreated to the car and popped the trunk. She quickly ran to it and pulled bags forward, going through them. Her mother stood by, watching her, wondering what she was thinking of.

When Anne finally found her Book of Shadows and her notes on sigils, she opened them at the pages required and pulled out everything else she needed. Her mother stared at everything with puzzlement.

"Anne, what are you doing?" she asked and watching her daughter set everything up.

"Summoning Crowley." she said without looking up at her mother or slowing down in her process of setting things up.

"Will he even answer you?" she asked, worrying that Anne was just going to fail and get even more upset.

"I have to try." Anne said and once everything was done, she began summoning him. Viviane watched her daughter and could see her movements were tensed and angry, but her eyes were full of worry. If this wasn't going to work, Anne would break down and if ever she couldn't get Gadreel back, her heart would be broken.

As the angel plucked him off the road, he reappeared somewhere else and had to take a breath before he could look around at the place. Gadreel was standing in a small room with only a chair. There were no windows, not even a door. He knew this was an interrogation room and his location was as mysterious as his captor.

He began touching the walls, hoping for something to appear, but there was nothing at all.

He began thinking of Anne and the distress she'd be in. She'd be frantic and desperate to get him back. That's probably what the angels wanted: she'd be desperate enough that she'd tell them everything they want to know.

Gadreel turned and kicked the chair and looked up at the ceiling, feeling angry.

"Leave her alone!" he shouted, his raspy voice becoming grave and edgy. "You understand? Leave her out of this!" he added and turned to the walls and began banging on them with rage.

All he could hope for was that Viviane could keep Anne from doing something foolish and that Clara would indeed protect Anne. However, he was sure that was only a protection against Hell, not against everything else.

If he was correct, that meant Clara wouldn't stop the angels.

That enraged him even more and he began punching holes into the walls, splitting the skin on his knuckles and making them bleed. He didn't care. He'd punch his way out if it was possible.

He even returned to the chair and broke it, using the sticks to stab through the walls and peel pieces off, throwing them to the floor. He would tear through the wall even if it weakened him. He stabbed through the wall again and broke the stick. Then, as he was able to touch the other side of the wall, he knew he just needed another stick.

He bent and picked up another, only when he looked at the wall, it was smooth and untouched. There wasn't even a trace of his blood. Whatever damage he did was gone. He turned and looked at the chair which also looked untouched. He glanced down at his hand and the stick he had picked up was gone.

He roared and punched the wall once more before collapsing against it and sliding down to the floor. It was like being in his old cell over again. Locked up and isolated from the whole world. However, this was worst: he was away from Anne and fearing he'd never see her again.

Anne summoned and waited, but she could feel that bit of hope fading away from her. Was she trying to hold onto that hope or was she letting go of it? She had to try again and again, as many times as it took to get Crowley and Clara to answer her. They had to.

"C'mon!" she screamed out and tears pricked her eyes. Her mother kneeled down beside her and pulled her head under her chin as she wrapped her arms around her. "They can't take him away from me again." she said and Viviane didn't understand, but didn't dare question it. Her daughter was upset and there wasn't anything she could do.

Guilt was beginning to overwhelm her as her memory of telling Anne that Gadreel was also protected haunted her. She lied to her daughter and it killed her, especially now that she might have to admit it to her. However, there was something else bothering Viviane. She was certain that the order of protection was if demons ever attacked them, not angels.

So she returned to her first question: was Crowley really going to answer?