The song here is "Heavy In Your Arms" by Florence + the Machine

Heavy In Your Arms

Castiel had appeared in the Men of Letters bunker, his head hung low with disappointment and guilt. The sinking realization that he just delivered an empty promise to Micah had crushed him. What burdened him the most was the fact that he had anticipated it.

He had glanced around the old place, only to have seen nearly no activity. The table was full of things, but there was no one around. Later he learnt that Anne had given birth and it was a boy they named Ezekiel. The Winchesters had filled him in, saying very little about Crowley and Clara.

Castiel had found it to be a touching tribute that Anne had named her child after the wonderful angel that sacrificed much, but it had only reminded him of Micah. Had he succeeded, little Ezekiel wouldn't have been born. He then could have understood Gabriel's point of view, but he still clung to the idea that Micah should be released, as he was paying for crimes which were not his. Why could he not simply be punished for his own crimes?

After a few undisturbed hours, Anne had awaken and Gadreel had invited him to meet little Ezekiel. Anne was still in bed, looking rested, holding their son as Gadreel sat next to her with pride glomming in his eyes. It surprised Castiel just how well Gadreel was living a human life, now living as a father. That must be such an amazing feeling.

The child was beautiful, truly a gift of innocence and quite an angelic presence, but Castiel only had Micah on his mind. As he looked down at this peaceful little face, he wondered if Micah was really so different from Metatron. Maybe he should pay for Metatron's crimes as they were not all that dissimilar.

Sadly, Anne and Gadreel had picked up on something bothering him and it hadn't taken them much to get him to talk.

He had told them about his visit to Heaven and what he had discovered: Metatron was really a desperate Micah, wanting someone to believe him. As he had said this, Gadreel's face seemed difficult to read. However, shortly after Anne, he made his thoughts clear. It was quite unexpecting.

"Could you help?" Castiel had asked Anne once he had finished explaining. Before she answered, she glanced down at Ezekiel for a brief moment.

"I can't." she had replied, still looking down at Ezekiel, tenderly stroking his face. "I'm sorry." She added, only then had she looked back up at him. It was then that he had realized that Anne could help Micah, but she didn't want to.

She had refused and Castiel was beginning to feel alright with that. Perhaps what Gabriel had done was for the best. After all, at least he was still alive.

As if she had known his thoughts, Anne justified her answer.

"Castiel," she had said so softly, despite her saddened eyes. "Micah came to kill me and my baby. He was determined to kill all hybrids. And you want me to help him?" she had asked, her eyes hard with a hint of resentment. "If he's in prison, then I won't disagree with whoever put him there." She said as she didn't care if it was Gabriel or not who had made Micah to resemble Metatron. "It's best to leave him where he is." She had concluded, as much as it had disappointed Castiel that she had such resentment, however he couldn't blame her.

It was at that moment Gadreel shared his thoughts, which were similar to Anne's, but the resentment was so much more; like hatred.

"I've done everything for them and they allowed him to prosecute hybrids such as my son. You and Gabriel had to expose the truth about Ezekiel to the angels; use it to protect my son, uncertain if it was a guaranteed thing." He had said and although their son was now safe, the memory and the feeling of worry had still been present. "He endangered Anne, frightened us all, took years off our lives with stress and concern. We had to leave our home and take refuge here, only to have Micah and Metatron infiltrate. If it wasn't for Clara, we would have been completely vulnerable." He had said and there were so many mixed emotions in his eyes.

Little Ezekiel had begun to stir and cry, as if sensing that his parents were upset. Castiel had understood that what Micah had done to them has lead to never forgiving his actions and wanting him to suffer in isolation for eternity.

Castiel had thanked them and left them alone, then realizing that Micah would never be saved. He would sit in his cell, waiting for the only angel to believe him and some day come to realize that that angel had also abandoned him; creating resentment and anger. Castiel had made another enemy.

It wasn't long after that Anne had been attacked by something, a spell no doubt. Everyone was in a panic, not knowing what to do, until it all stopped. Anne was fine, but there was still no explanation to what had happened.

Castiel thought maybe it was an ill-twisted Fate trying to punish her. He immediately felt guilty for thinking such a thing, as Anne was the sweetest person he had ever met.

When a text from Clara arrived, Castiel expected them to all be angry at her. Crowley's mother had cast the spell; in hopes of making Clara surrender to her demands. However, Anne and her family seemed forgiving while the Winchesters remained silent.

Now, it had been a few days without anymore incidents and Castiel watched as the Winchesters were helping the Cromwells to pack up and return home. They helped Gadreel place everything in Anne's car and they spent some time with little Ezekiel before they were to leave.

Gadreel glanced up at Castiel with a saddened expression and then approached him.

"Thank you for what you have done." He said and extended his hand, offering a friendly "no-harm done" handshake. Castiel glanced at his hand and shook it, prepared to leave it all in the past and move on. When he met Gadreel's eyes, he wished to one day do something that would redeem him; to help him not be a screw up.

"I hope to be useful to you one day." He said, wondering if helping little Ezekiel to harness his celestial power would be redeeming enough.

Gadreel gave a half smile as he released Castiel's hand.

"You will." He said reassuringly and turned as Anne and Viviane were giving the three Winchester brothers hugs, as their way of saying good-bye.

"Drop in anytime." Sam said and, although Dean was silent, he gave a small smile in agreement.

"Take care, little guy." Adam said to the baby, and then he smiled up at Anne. "I can't thank you enough for your help." He added and she hugged him one more time, still holding Ezekiel in one arm.

"You got your life back; make the most out of it." she whispered into his ear and he smiled as if he would take that challenge.

The Winchesters and Castiel watched as they got into their car and drove out of the garage, away from the bunker. It had become so silent and somewhat lonely, as if the lack of a baby's presence had left the place feeling so cold and heavy. However, Sam and Dean had their brother back and they now had the time to know him better. As much as it annoyed them to know that they had to be grateful to Clara for freeing Adam, they really were thankful. What Death couldn't do for them, she did and there was no price to pay. She freed Adam out of the human kindness that existed deep within her.

Suddenly, she didn't seem so bad.