Gabriel glared towards Anna, extremely confused at her recent actions. “The last time I saw you before your death you were very much on heaven’s side… you tried killing Sam! Why should we trust you now?” Gabriel heard how Anna went rouge, and then got ‘liberated’ from heaven once they captured her. He knew all about her history, so something seemed a bit off about her.
His tone changed though at the mention of more angels coming their way, and Gabriel couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth. “Well that’s just great, it’s not like we don’t have enough to deal with here, now we have an angel army to deal with. Just peachy.” Gabriel glanced at Castiel with concern but the focused back at Anna. “Yeah because making him spit out his blood while trying to get my attention was such a brilliant idea.”
Cordelia hung up the phone, and walked hesitantly over to Cas. She felt like she was intruding on a personal moment.
“Excuse me,” She said touching his elbow lightly, “I just finished talking to Dean….he is coming as fast as he can,” She paused. “I am so happy for you, Cas.”
She knew that getting his grace back was a huge deal, not just for him, but for the Winchesters. She remembered Dean willing to risk his soul for Cas, and smiled slightly, glad that this way was almost painless.
“Uh…I should, I should probably go,” She stated backing up slowly, “This seems private…you probably want to be with your family, and talk about this.” She gestured at Gabe and Anna. She also didn’t want to interrupt his reunion with Dean.
She turned to Gabriel and offered her hand, “It was nice to meet you, Gabriel, though it was brief.”
She hoped that whatever threats Anna had mentioned wouldn’t be making appearences too soon. “If you guys ever need anything…” She trailed off, “I’ll be around.”
She gave a slight wave and exited the shop. She felt a little relieved being a room with so many higher beings was overwhelming.
Cas wiped at his mouth before nodding slowly, “It is all forgiven, but not forgotten. I shall be wary, sister. I cannot afford to make a mistake as such.” He coughed once and straightened out his coat. He squared his shoulders,
“I do not wish to fight more of our brothers. It is going to be difficult… It is a pity we cannot convince them to let us go,” he frowned, “This is going to be a massacre, is it not? So much blood… Spilled… Over this.” He shook his head sadly before turning to Cordelia with a huge smile,
“Thank you, prophetess… I owe you much… This is a time for rejoicing. Take your leave….”