The song here is "Drumming Song" by Florence + the Machine

Drumming Song

Micah thought Clara would unleash the Hellhounds on him, but it appeared that she was whispering something to Gabriel. When she turned back to glare at him, he expected the most excruciating death she could conjure.

He thought about how simple things had been in the beginning. Now with hybrids, things were complicated. The angels didn't want to harm Anne's baby and killing Clara probably would fail. Gabriel was probably right; Hell didn't want a war, but if Clara and her child are harmed, Hell will rage a war and it'll win.

Maybe he should just listen to others and forget his foolish ideas to rid the world of hybrids.

Clara turned to him with an expression that reflected nothing but the ghastly sneer of a demon. There wasn't much of a human in her. He couldn't understand how a hybrid could be so unbalanced. He thought of hybrids as being a problem, but now, the concept of an unbalanced hybrid terrified him. It must be Hell doing this to her; making the demon within her conquer the human.

What terrified him the most was the fact that she embraced it.

"Here's what I'm going to do, Micah." She said and she seemed to grow, like a large shadow about to consume him; saying he was terrified at that moment would be an understatement. "I'm going to release you into Gabriel's hands. I'd like nothing more than to kill you, but I'm going to give you the chance to wake the fuck up and see that Hell isn't the problem." She said and walked away, having all the Hellhounds turn their attention to her, like they were in awe of her.

When they all turned their glaring eyes at him, he feared she'd change her mind and have them kill him, but they didn't move. They simply stared at him which wasn't any better.

Micah looked up at Gabriel who grinned. The last Archangel; he was anything but an angel. He ran from Heaven and hid among illusions that called themselves Gods. He stayed away rather than help his brothers and sisters; surely he heard them and all the chaos in Heaven. The last Archangel rather help Hell than Heaven!

"Don't judge me." Gabriel said, as if he could hear Micah's thoughts. "You trust the most devious angel and get him to help you kill hybrids that are out of your league. The Queen of Hell is not your enemy… only if you threaten her and since you have, you better count yourself lucky she hasn't killed you." Gabriel said and gestured him to get up.

"I will not be held prisoner." Micah uttered defiantly, despite his body quivering in fear. Gabriel sneered at him and gestured for him to follow.

"There's only enough space in Hell for one angel." He replied and snickered. "No, I got something better." He added and kept the idea to himself, putting Micah on edge.

Meanwhile, as Clara left the Hellhound pit, she couldn't shake off this feeling she was trying to brush off. It came right in the middle of scaring the shit out of Micah, hence why she couldn't slice him into little pieces. She had to leave and deal with this.

She knew it was a summoning, but who would be stupid enough to summon her? Those she trusted had cell phones. She knew it couldn't be the Winchesters; they had their fill of her visits. This one was persistent despite the fact they have no ties with her. Eventually, she'd have to go or this feeling would drive her into a spurt of rage.

Clara let herself be summoned and when she took in her surroundings, she was in a filthy back alley that seemed dripping wet due to rain that thankfully stopped. Not a very appropriate place for the Queen of Hell.

She looked up and immediately glared at the annoying Metatron staring at her with a creepy grin. She could tell he was full of himself, in the sense that he thought he was always the one with the upper hand.

She couldn't wait to prove him wrong.

"What do I owe the displeasure of meeting you again?" she asked him and he smirked at her, pretending to be insulted.

"I thought you'd like to strike up a deal, since demons are into that sort of thing." He said and she smirked at him, letting the glimmer of a demon surface in her eyes.

"Oh, angels like it too, it's just we have more class." She replied and his expression remained. He found her to be amusing. Well, very shortly, he's going to change his mind. "What did you have in mind?" she asked him and he flashed a smug smile at her. She didn't get nauseous very easily, but looking at Metatron, she could barf at any moment.

"Being such an incredible threat to Heaven mustn't have been fun and games for you during the course of your existence." He said, sounding like he understood her life. Clara sneered at him; she'd feel insulted if he was worthy enough to insult her.

"Oh yes, such a pain in the ass." She replied and he just smiled as if he was glad to see they were conversing successfully. It seemed he didn't have much experience with sarcasm, how boring; then again, Clara knew he wasn't that stupid. This was just all too amusing for him.

"Being such a powerful creature, no doubt you're capable of great things." He said and she frowned at him with a grin. He mustn't have heard that flattery won't get anyone anywhere. "So I propose that, together, we put an end to the tyranny." He added and Clara arched an eyebrow at him.

"Pardon?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Metatron smiled at her and approached as much as he knew she would allow.

"There is a way to close Heaven. Of course, it won't be easy, but impossible is a word that I believe isn't in our vocabulary." He said, smiling with confidence, as if to convince her. Clara maintained her expression, not sure just what to make of Metatron's proposal.

A long time ago, she accepted the Devil's proposal, having finally found someone to love her. He gave her everything she could ever want. Now, an angel proposed a stupid idea and there was no way she was going to accept it. There was nothing she wanted from this creep; she didn't trust him and, best of all, she knew his little secret.

Clara hadn't spoken a lot to Anne, but from the few times, she knew how Gadreel became human. Gadreel broke Metatron's spell that kept Heaven closed to all angels except himself.

At that moment, Clara caught a familiar sight just at the end of the alley, far enough not to alert Metatron. She grinned and nodded, playing along with the Scribe of God. She could always count on her Knight to show up.

However, Keara was also with him. That didn't thrill Clara, but it seemed she was spreading her daughter's babysitters a little thin. Gabriel was busy with Micah and Nikolai knew his Queen needed him. Keara couldn't be left on her own, even if she had several Hellhounds to protect her.

"Shut Heaven down for business." She said and he smiled. "I can see how Hell can profit from that, but I struggle to see the upside for you." She added, knowing damn well that he wants Heaven all to himself.

"Since Heaven's leaders have had unfortunate run-ins with the Winchesters, Heaven has had no structure and the angels don't have a clue what to do. They need to be set straight and I have a plan. We could both benefit from closing Heaven." He said and as Nikolai approached, Metatron didn't seem to notice. However, Clara was certain he would eventually.

When Clara simply nodded, a dark glimmer glowing in her eyes, it seemed Metatron did notice a strange presence after all. At that moment, he got hit with another surprise.

A ring of fire ignited around him and as he turned around, Nikolai stood firmly with a fixed stern expression. If seeing Keara, hiding behind big bad Nikolai, put a creepy smile on Metatron's face, he didn't show it to Clara when he looked at the fire and then back at her. If he was insulted by the sudden ambush, he didn't show it.

"You think this threatens me?" he asked her and she sneered. "Holy fire can't contain me." He added and she smirked.

"You sure about that?" she asked him with a dark grin. When he reached out and tried to vanquish the flames with his angelic powers, nothing happened and a slight glimmer of confusion appeared on his seasoned face. "This isn't Holy fire." Clara said and when Metatron met her eyes, they were dark. "It's Hell fire." She added and smiled in a sinister manner. "Good luck blowing that out." She said and moved around as Nikolai approached. They stood together and stared at Metatron.

The look in Clara's eyes seemed to be like looking into the peephole of Hell; fire danced wickedly in her dark eyes. There was a haunting glare in her eyes, one Metatron hadn't seen in a long time, since the fall of Lucifer.

"You can't kill me." Metatron said and the corner of her lips twitched.

"Give me a good reason." She replied and his lips turned into a creepy smile.

"Have you ever heard of another Cambion such as yourself and your daughter? One discovered before you?" Metatron asked and her expression didn't change, but she allowed him to fool himself into thinking she cared.