The song here is "Extreme" by Valora

Extreme

Gabriel didn't want to actually appear in Gadreel's bookstore, not wanting to freak him out, so he just dropped the phone with a note. It was effortlessly. He was back beside Clara in a second and listened to her conversation with Anne.

As he had looked at Clara, he thought of the first time he had seen her. She was just a baby in her crib and, looking down at this innocent infant, she was goodness. He didn't see evil like the angels believed her to be. Sure, she's powerful and fierce, but he was right: there is good in her. She cares for her human relatives, for her daughter, for Crowley and the demons nearest to her. Maybe even for the Archangel that annoyed her by being in her home.

He'd like to think that she liked him.

As he looked at Clara, he knew he was right because although she's the big bad Queen of Hell, the only thing she did was kill the angels that threatened to attack her and her daughter at her most vulnerable. He didn't blame her; she was simply being a protective mother. Everything she did behind her title and her demonic side never proved her to be as evil as the angels had claimed her to be.

Had she unleashed an apocalypse? No, she threatened it once, but it never happened. Had she raged war on Heaven and Earth? No, and he doubted she would, unless harm comes to those she loves.

When Clara had ended her phone call, she glanced at him and frowned. She didn't know why he was staring at her and she didn't like it.

Keara had approached, curious to what else Gabriel could create. She wanted to play with a tiger and she begged for it. He was happy to entertain her. Her unicorn morphed into a tiger, as she wished. As she shrieked and cuddled against it as it washed it's large paws, he knew that Keara wasn't a spoil child that wasn't happy with what she had; she was a little girl that wanted to explore the world around her and wanted to realize her dreams.

The best had been looking at Clara and seeing a smile on her face as she watched Keara.

But that had been interrupted when he heard something disturbing. The angels were talking about the Nephilim's death at the hands of Micah. They were praising Metatron which was the most sickening part about it.

He glanced at Clara and just mentioned it casually. All content vanished from her face and when she met his eyes, she seemed worried. The angels had killed a hybrid and it was very clear that they were out to kill them all.

It was then that Crowley and Nikolai had returned and they didn't seem very thrilled.

"Keara, why don't you go to your room with Gabriel and your tiger while your father, Nikolai and I talk." She said and Keara smiled and quickly did as she was told, being followed by the illusion of a tiger and Ginger, the Hellhound.

Gabriel gave her a small smile and followed Keara, taking out some candy from his pockets.

Crowley and Nikolai walked into the mansion with a mixture of satisfaction and irritation. Clara approached Crowley and stroked his face, sensing his rage and wanted him to share it with her so he could relax.

"Tortured Stephanie." He said and she gave a slight smile. "Still nothing. However, this rebellion isn't directly targeting me." he said and she gave a slight nod.

"But this is about removing you from the throne." Clara said, that being the only thing she was certain of.

"Naturally." Crowley replied, his expression hard as if this was finally taking its toll on him. His usual demeanor wasn't there. "All were unwilling to spill their guts out to me. Either they've become more tolerant to my torture or," he said with a slight pause. "It pains me to think it," he added with yet another slight pause. "I've lost my touch." He concluded and Clara placed her hands on his shoulders as she closed the gap between them, managing her darkest smirk.

"Whatever they're hiding, it's highly important to them, which means this is as big as we know it to be." She said and the corner of his lips twitched as if to say that he appreciated her support in his small ego bruising. "They're all willing to die and bear the worst agonizing pain known to the definition of pain." She began and grinned at Crowley's arched eyebrow, as if saying that was trying a little too hard to boost his confidence. "So who do they want as King?" she asked and they stared at each other in silence. "Must be someone of great value." She said and he looked at her oddly.

At that moment, Clara noticed a sort of distant expression in his eyes, as if his attention was elsewhere. Of course, before she could ask why he had looked at her oddly.

"Crowley?" she asked and that expression remained in his eyes.

"Checking in on Hector, the crossroad demon." he said and then she understood that he was seeing through the eyes of a Hellhound. "He claimed he didn't know what the little whore was scheming." He added.

"What do you see?" she asked as she glanced over at Nikolai. He watched them and seemed fine, but it made her wonder if he was hiding his itch again. If he suspected what she was thinking, he didn't reveal it, not that she felt confidant to notice.

"I admire his inquisition tactics." He said and she grinned, imagining that Hector was probably beating his crossroad demons for answers. "It would appear that he shares my abhor for this rebellion." He added and Clara smiled.

"Good then." She said and then heard a ringtone. She glanced at Nikolai who was taking out a cell phone. He looked at it and held it out to her.

"This is Crowley's phone." He said and that distant expression disappeared from Crowley's eyes before he turned to Nikolai. "We now have joined the twenty-first Century." He added and Crowley took the phone from his hand with a slight bored expression. He slid his thumb across the screen and brought the phone to his ear.

"Nerilla, haven't heard from you in quite a while." He said and listened. Clara could faintly hear her voice, but it was enough to make certain words like "activity" and "lead". She glanced at Crowley and his expression seemed blank, but she knew whatever she was saying seemed to brighten his mood.

She glanced at Nikolai and he seemed anxious to hear the news as much as her.

Crowley placed the phone in his pocket and then met her eyes with his usual smug grin.

"It seems the traitorous demons are the ones to not see us coming." He said and they felt a slight glimpse of victory. "She has hellhounds watching everywhere. Some demons have been caught whispering about Stephanie's absence, calling it a possible failure." He added and Clara smiled darkly with satisfaction.

"I hope we can torture them for information." She said and Crowley flashed a dark grin before kissing her like he was proud.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Darling." He said and then kissed her again. When he pulled back and looked into her eyes, that odd expression was there once more. "First, I would like to come back to your question." He said and she gave him a slight nod. "The first demon I tortured for information, the first one to tip us off about the rebellion." He said and she nodded again with a slight frown, wanting him to get to the point. "Remember what he said?" he asked and she had to think about it.

When she remembered, her eyes widened and she stared at Crowley with a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

"Lucifer." She said and he simply stared at her, nodding slightly and twitching his lips as if he agreed with her. "They want Lucifer to take back Hell?" she asked.

"Let us see." he said with darkness in his eyes.