The song here is "Deliver Me" by Sarah Brightman

Deliver Me

When Castiel returned, the Cromwells were ready to go. He wasn't certain if they were waiting for him or if they would have gone without him, knowing he would eventually join them. It didn't matter, the importance was telling them about Ezekiel.

When Gadreel looked at him, he wasn't quite impressed. He didn't think talking with Gabriel was a good idea; he believed it would attract attention from the angels, especially Metatron. He had told Castiel to at least put some distance between meeting Gabriel and the bookstore. He had done so, only because he was hoping that the last Archangel could help, but rather received this bit of information would take away some of Gadreel's fear. Or so he had hoped.

Anne and her mother were nearly out of the door with Gadreel behind them. Castiel couldn't let them go just yet and startled himself a little when his voice broke through the silence.

"Wait." He said and they slowly turned to him, as if to say they wouldn't spend another second here if it meant putting the baby at risk. "I've spoken with a friend of mine and he told me something you, Gadreel, must know." He added and Gadreel stared at him, his jaw slightly clenched. Anne glanced at him and then placed her hand on his arm. When he met her eyes, it seemed she was telling him to listen.

He glanced back at Castiel, his expression remaining the same, but he waited. Castiel approached them, not sure how to say it, but tried to soften the message as much as he could.

"When you had met Anne and gotten to know her, you both found out that she had died and had been resurrected." He said and Gadreel's eyes sharpened, as if he wasn't certain why Castiel was mentioning this, but had a growing suspicion that caused him more worry.

"Yes, but where are you going with this, Castiel?" he asked and waited patiently, despite the look in his eyes.

"Do you know who was responsible for her resurrection?" he asked and Anne glanced at Gadreel as he frowned.

"No." he replied and then, Castiel lowered his eyes, uncertain of how to put this without shocking Gadreel. When he met his eyes, he knew he couldn't stay silent for a second longer.

"It was Ezekiel." Castiel simply said and the bookstore seemed to suddenly fill with heaviness.

"What?" Gadreel asked, shocked.

"He was responsible for resurrecting Anne and placing your grace within her." Castiel said and then Gadreel shook his head and his frown deepened. Castiel tried to convince him, but he held up his hand and his jaw clenched hard.

"That is not possible." He said and before Castiel could continue, he snapped. "It's not." He added and Anne slipped under his arm and wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. He seemed to have calmed down, but he wouldn't hear it anymore.

"Gadreel, please listen to me." Castiel said, but Gadreel shook his head again.

"It cannot be possible because Ezekiel died before me. I should know." He said and his voice dropped nearly down to a whisper. Anne seemed concerned for him and glanced up at him.

"What do you mean 'I should know'?" she asked him and he lowered his eyes, but then glanced at her softly.

"When Metatron closed Heaven, when I wandered the Earth, I heard Dean praying for help. I came and claimed myself to be Ezekiel. I knew he had died and I shamelessly took on his identity in order to be trusted." He said and she listened with compassion. Castiel could see it in her face and in her eyes. It calmed Gadreel and all worry had vanished, although, he now seemed to be feeling guilty. "He was Heaven's best angel; he was highly regarded and respected while I was the most disgraceful angel." he added and she frowned. When he saw her reaction, there was a silent exchange between them.

At that moment, Castiel knew that Anne had convinced him that he was not worthless and dishonorable. It was clear to him now why Gadreel loved her so much. She reminded him of what made him good.

Gadreel's guilt vanished and she relaxed her frown as they both glanced back at Castiel.

"How could Ezekiel have placed my grace within her when he died before me?" Gadreel asked. Everything else seemed logical, but not this. Anne had died and they had met two years later where she received his grace. Ezekiel could not have done that.

Castiel believed Gadreel, but that meant he had no answer. Gabriel had said that Ezekiel was responsible for resurrecting her. Then, Castiel realized that he hadn't mentioned anything about Gadreel's grace.

"Then Ezekiel couldn't have placed my grace within Anne." He said and then she stepped back from Gadreel and frowned. He seemed slightly surprised, but then seemed a little guilty again.

"It was the same angel. I remember it being the same angel." she said and telling Gadreel about her dreams and her memories that had become clear after Roxanne hypnotized her. Gadreel nodded and approached her, pulling her into a comforting hug. "How can that be?" she asked and no one could answer that question.

Perhaps someone had impersonated Ezekiel as a familiar face to Anne as to not frighten her. Gadreel was right; Ezekiel couldn't have given her his grace. So who did?

At that moment, Castiel snapped himself out of it, realizing that he was wasting precious time.

"Anne," he said and they all glanced at him. "I promise I will answer this question for you, but there is more Gadreel needs to know." He concluded and his friend seemed concerned once again.

This part was going to be difficult, because not only was he going to mention the rest of Gabriel's message, but what he knows will be inevitable.

"Anne is Ezekiel's legacy. The angels will not harm her knowing that she is alive because that was Ezekiel's last action before his death." he said and Gadreel didn't argue. He knew just how much the angels loved Ezekiel. "But there is something else." he added and he felt as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Metatron will know, at some point." He said as softly as he could, but it still had a hard impact on Gadreel.

His face paled and he seemed as if his legs were about to buckle from under him. Anne gripped his arm and he whispered to her that he was alright. Viviane approached and held both of them tight against her, seeing that they needed some support.

"Are you saying that the angels will protect Anne, since she's Ezekiel's legacy?" Gadreel asked, eyes distant and his voice nearly monotone. Castiel approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing him out of his daze.

"I am certain." He replied. However, he knew that Metatron was still the most powerful angel and no amount of angels could stop him. But he remained hopeful that Gadreel's baby would be alright.

So, the whole "It can't be Ezekiel" that Gadreel was saying wasn't just me being clever. It's me realizing I have a pretty big loop hole that I had somehow missed, despite how BIG it is. Yeah, Ezekiel died before Gadreel, so it couldn't have been him that gave Anne Gadreel's grace. So Castiel saying he'll find Anne some answers… It's really me saying that I shot myself in the foot and that I'll fix this.

I don't usually make mistakes like this because it drives me crazy when my stories don't make sense, but no one's perfect. I probably do have some loop holes, but this one here is like a spider under my skin; I have to fix it.

So, sorry for this, I'll figure it out, dear lovely readers. Thanks for all the support!

(And since I write so far ahead of what I post on , I have fixed it and I think it's pretty good. So stay tuned!)