Meanwhile, in the other dimension:
"No!" an inhumanly loud voice boomed throughout the assemblage.
An impossibly long table in what appeared to be an ordinary conference room was bordered on both sides by agitated looking men and women. The people themselves were fairly diverse, however there were certain obvious similarities. The individuals on the right side of the table were all wearing informal, casual clothes, ranging from flannel and khakis to ripped jeans and t-shirts. The individuals seated on the other side of the table were all smartly dressed in crisp gray and black suits.
At the head of the table a tall, ice blonde woman in a sharp tailored suit slammed her finely manicured hands down on the polished mahogany. She glared at the other end of the table where a giant, bushy bearded man in flannel stood with arms crossed, glaring back with equal intensity.
"We cannot simply allow you and your rogue angels to continue roaming the human world as you please!" she bellowed.
"And we cannot simply return to heaven to once again live under your thumb. We will not go back to the way things were!" the burly angel yelled back.
"It's not like it was," Hannah, in the form of a middle-aged Asian woman insisted from the middle of the table. All eyes turned to her. "We are not going to bring about the apocalypse, and we are no longer a dictatorship. Your voices will be heard. But you cannot continue on as you have. If you truly admire the humans as you claim to, then you must realize the inherent cruelty in continuing to possess these vessels, Ermiel."
Ermiel, the gruff leader of the rogue angels, shifted uncomfortably as he held Hanna's eyes.
"I heed your counsel, Hannah. Many of us have been faced with the family and friends of our vessels. It's part of the reason why we agreed to this meeting. But if we are to return to heaven," he continued, glaring across the table at the blonde, "then we'll need assurances that our relations with humans will change."
"And you will have them," Hannah assured hastily.
BAM!
All eyes turned towards the blond as she once again slammed her hands against the table.
"We are not the ones who should be required to provide assurances. How can we trust you who turned your back on Heaven with the fragile order we have managed to reconstruct? There has been enough bloodshed. How can we let them return with no punishment?"
"Punishment?!" One of the rogue angels yelled out. "Living under your rules is punishment enough!"
"How dare you! It's thinking like yours, yours and Castiel's," the suited angel yelled, pointing accusingly at where Cas leaned silently against the wall watching the proceedings, "that led to this tragedy in the first place!"
Castiel clenched his teeth but said nothing. His silence was a requirement of this meeting. The rogue angels only agreed to attend after they learned he would be present, and he didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize their potential reconciliation.
"Castiel isn't the problem! The problem is you!" The room soon devolved into chaos as the angels began yelling over each other. Hannah tried to regain order but her voice couldn't be heard over the din. She shot a desperate look at Castiel, who hesitantly stepped forward, preparing to speak.
Suddenly the giant double doors which had been magically sealed burst inward with a blast of energy. A tall blond man with a mocking smile swept into the room, instantly silencing the bickering angels.
"Can't we all just get along?"
He glanced around the room and smiled sardonically. "Guess not. Of course, that's why we're all here, isn't it kids?" he continued, strolling around the room with apparent nonchalance. "You can't get over yourselves and share the sandbox. It's pathetic, really."
"Gabriel," Hannah said, attempting to regain control of the room, "we were under the belief that you were dead." He grinned at her.
"Well, what can I say. Reports of my death, yada yada yada." He swished to the front of the table, next to the blonde angel who was glaring daggers at him.
"You are not-" the blonde angel began, only to be rendered magically speechless by a flamboyant gesture of Gabriel's hand.
"That's enough out of you, Remiel. Jeez, you'd think after 3 or 4 millenia you'd eventually decide to take the stick out of your ass." He chuckled at his own humor before swinging around to face the assembled angels. He rested his hands on the table and swept his eyes across his brethren.
"I heard about this little get together, and how close you were to finally, once and for all getting your act together and getting over yourselves, and, well," he lifted his arms in an exaggerated shrug. "I knew you chuckle heads couldn't be trusted with it."
"Gabriel," Hannah said forcefully, demanding his attention. "Your interference is not constructive. If your goal is truly that these proceedings should be successful, then the best course of action is for you to leave. Now."
Gabriel made an exaggerated show of pretending to think about it.
"Mmmm, no. See," he started, beginning another dramatic circling of the room, "I've been listening to your little negotiation. You," he said, pointing to the renegades, "just want to go home without getting dragged into another apocalypse, and to leave the humans in peace from future being jerked around. While you," he continued, gesturing towards the orderly angels, "want your pound of flesh and reassurance that they'll fall in line so we won't have to go through this whole bloody violent song and dance over and over again."
He dropped his hands and looked pointedly back and forth.
"Guys. Come on. It's not that complicated. You both want the same things, you just need to get over your diva selves."
"Get to the point, or get out, Gabriel." Hannah said sharply. He smiled patronizingly.
"Gladly. I've come up with the solution to all your problems. He extended his hand gracefully towards the wall, pointing directly at Castiel.
"You have to get rid of Cas."