The song here is "Ice" by Sarah McLachlan

Ice

They left the bookstore as soon as the conversation between Anne and Clara was over. Gadreel wasted no time in getting the car into drive, even surpassing the speed limit. Anne glanced over at him and his eyes seemed fierce and focused as his jaw was clench tightly like his hands on the steering wheel.

She knew he was still worried about her and their baby, even if Clara promised to help whenever there would be a threat like Metatron. Maybe he was also worried about what they were leaving behind; their bookstore and their junkyard, everything they worked so hard to make. It was also well protected, but it wasn't a bunker. And maybe he was also anxious about asking the Winchesters for help.

Anne's heart sank in her chest as the thought crossed her mind.

Castiel offered them comfort that the Winchesters would help, but no one actually asked them. Dean was offended that she took off without an explanation a couple of years ago because he wasn't useful to her anymore. She had Crowley and Clara that were more helpful. She left on a bad note and now she was going to them, again, asking for help, again. She felt guilty and she wondered what they would say. They would probably let them in, but lecture them on how they're just being used again. She could imagine Dean asking her if she was going to ask Crowley for protection because he just wasn't good enough. And then if he knew that Clara had already offered protection… Dean would probably ask her why she even needs his help.

Anne must have seemed stressed because her mother reached and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" she asked and she felt like responding with "like it wasn't obvious", but held the sarcasm back as she bit her lower lip.

"How do we know the Winchesters won't tell us to go to Hell." She said with an awkward smile, as if trying to lighten her mood by using humor. "They obviously feel like we used them and tossed them into the garbage. And we didn't even ask them to help us." She said and Castiel leaned forward with a soft expression that seemed to help calm her worry.

"You should call Dean. He will help." Castiel said so softly that she nodded, being slightly convinced he was right. Gadreel pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, while keeping a hand on the wheel, and passed to her. She searched for Dean's number and her thumb hovered over the "Call" icon with a bit of doubt. She glanced at Castiel and his expression was the same. She touched the icon and put the phone to her ear, waiting anxiously.

"Hey Gadreel, kept your promise?" a familiar voice asked and Anne felt her muscles tense at the tone of his voice. However, it also annoyed her. What did he mean? Then, she remembered that Gadreel had told Dean that he would explain after he speaks to Castiel, only he never did. They were all just so worried about the baby that they completely forgot to consider the Winchesters.

"Keep that tone and this phone call is gonna end quickly." She said and he remained silent, as if stunned. She just couldn't hold back her anger, even if Dean didn't really deserve it.

"Anne." He said, revealing his surprise and maybe even a little guilt. "How are you?" he asked with a little more compassion.

"I don't know how to answer that, Dean." she said and paused, not sure how to explain it all. "First, I'm sorry for everything bad between us. Second, I'm sorry for what I'm about to ask. We need to lay low in your bunker, for the baby's sake." She said and paused again with uncertainty.

"Yeah, of course. But what happened?" he asked and she remained silent, trying to force herself to just talk and not think about it.

"The angels want to destroy all hybrids and my baby is a Nephilim. It's complicated, I know. But Metatron will find out and we need all the help we can get." she said, not being able to hide her worry. "I'm sorry for coming to you again with my bullshit." She said and let out a small laugh, as if trying to lighten her mood with humor again, but it really wasn't working out well.

"It's not bullshit, Anne." He said and his calm voice made her feel like she was hearing a side of Dean she hadn't realized existed. He wasn't the rough and tough guy she thought him to be; he was decent and caring. "How soon can you get here?" he asked her and she actually smiled a little.

"We're already on our way. Gadreel's speeding." She said and let out a small laugh as she felt relieved and also a little guilty asking for help when she was on her way to the Winchesters. "Oh, and I'm followed by a Hellhound." She said and listened to a small pause of silence.

"Okay." He said, sounding like he didn't know what to say or didn't want to ask.

"Thanks Dean. I can't say it enough." She said. "That and sorry." She added and he sighed a little.

"Stop apologizing. If anyone is sorry, it's me. I was a dick and I made you feel reluctant to call for help." He said and remained silent. Anne felt guilty, but smiled in a sort of sad manner.

"Then we clean the slate and start over." She said and waited a brief moment for Dean's response.

"Sounds good." He said and she assured him they would be there soon before hanging up. She felt better having called Dean and making an amends. She glanced up at Gadreel and her mother, smiling with relief. They also seemed comforted and the atmosphere in the car was calmer. When she glanced at Castiel, he gave her a slight reassuring smile, as if telling her that everything was going to be alright.

When she sat back and relaxed, Castiel did the same, but it wasn't relaxed. He didn't want to ruin Anne's mood by making her worried again, although she should have known.

He could hear the angels talking about Jane's death. The first hybrid as been killed and the hunt persists from what he hears. Metatron is guiding Micah to another hybrid and Castiel is certain that it isn't Anne's baby. It wasn't strong enough to attract Metatron's attention and it sounded like he was even going in the opposite direction. Wherever Metatron was going, it made Castiel certain that he was indeed up to his old tricks.

Castiel decided to tell Anne and Gadreel about Jane's death when they got to the bunker where they would feel safe. Out on the open road would only make them panic.