"You did say you wanted to see the one in charge?" Rowena stepped down the steps with the help of a few demons beside her.
"Rowena, we thought you were dead." Dean shows a shocked expression on his face. You being unable to stand, Sam rushed over to you to pick you up.
"Oh, I am, dear. Pretty much everyone here is. When I closed the fissure, it did cost me my life, and my soul went to hell. Big surprise." Rowena shrugged.
"And the demons just handed you the throne?" Cas questioned.
"No one hands you anything, darlin'. I took it. So, why are you here?" Rowena asked, scanning you all.
"Chuck. He back, and he's outta control, and we need to rein him in." You answered, frighteningly.
"You want to rein in God." Rowena chuckled.
"We think there's a way. Listen, we just need to speak to Michael." Sam informed.
"Michael, the out-of-his-head archangel?" Rowena snorted, "This just gets better. Ahh. Well, anyway, it doesn't matter." Rowena shrugged the plan off.
"What?" You question Rowenas words.
"He won't be in the Cage. Every door here was flung wide when Chuck opened the fissure. Your archangel could be anywhere in hell, or out of hell, for that matter." Rowena informed all of you.
"Rowena, we're running outta time, okay? We need Michael yesterday." Dean sternly told Rowena.
"Did you not hear the man? Find him!" Rowena screamed at the demons beside her.
Rowena leads you all to her throne where you all sit in front of her.
"Rowena, I-" Sam spoke, but Rowena interrupted him.
"Samuel, please. You killing me was one of the best things that ever happened. Yes, there are things I miss about being alive. Flesh-on-flesh sex." You grimaced at that sentence, almost throwing up in your mouth. "Amazon doesn't deliver here, yet. But, lads, I'm queen. My subjects revere me. Well, fear me, which is better. I should have died a long time ago." Rowena lightly chuckled.
"Samuel, be a dear." Rowenas raises a glass to indicate she would like more.
"I'll help you." Dean shoots up and followed Sam. You shook your head quickly at Dean to not leave you alone with Cas. You pout, not sharing one glimpse of him.
The room grew quietly with only you and Cas sitting there, not saying a word. Rowena figures it out, speaking, "What am I picking up from you two? A wee tiff? Tell your Auntie Rowena." She grins.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." You shot.
"It's fine." Cas repeats.
"Lads? Fix it. I don't have many regrets, but the few I do still haunt me. Making Napoleon so short was just bitchy. Telling Mick Jagger he had no future when I dumped him. And, well, everything with dear Fergus. Then one day, you die, you go to hell, they make you queen, and you can't make it right. So fix it!" She demanded you two, having Sam and Dean return.
You quickly looked over to Cas, who was looking away from you.
"Thank you, my dove." Rowena takes the glass from Sam and sipped it.
The door flings open, revealing a demon.
"Milady."
"Aye?" Rowena speaks in an uneasy tone.
"Michael he's nowhere to be found."
"Then where is he?" You shot up, angrily.
*
Dean dials on the phone Donatello back at the bunker.
"Donnie, hey. How you doing, pal? Listen, uh, we got ourselves a little situation here."
Dean and Donatello share a few words and then hangs up phone and joins you andSam in map room.
"Well, Donnie's got zip. What about you guys?" In Deans tone of voice, he was desperate.
You clear your throat, "Nothing that screams "archangel".
Yeah. Eileen did good, right? Getting us back from hell. She doing okay?" You asked Sam.
"Yeah. I guess." Sam simply answered.
"You guess?" Dean questioned the choice of words Sam used.
"If she needs something from me, she'll tell me. We have an agreement." Sam added.
"You have an agreement? That's adorable." Dean grinned, taking a sip from his coffee.
You clear your throat and Dean continues, "Look, man, I didn't want to say anything, okay, 'cause I was kind of in in a bad place, and, uh, yeah, I didn't want to jinx it or whatever, but, you know, I tried the family thing, right?"
"Yeah, me too. And that's not for us." Sam agreed.
"No, not really. But I'm just saying if it was to work, Eileen, you know, she gets it. She gets us. She gets the life. She's hot." Dean shakes his head yes in an approved way.
"Dean. I mean, I'm not even-"
"Look, all he's saying is you- you could do worse, okay? And she could certainly do better. Like, so much better. we're happy for you, Sammy." You smiled and placed your hand on his shoulder, really meaning it.
Deans phone rings again and you and Sam just continue reading the books.
"Alright, well, good news is we know where he is. Bad news is we can't get to him in time. Not before he moves again." Dean informed you both.
*
You, Sam and Dean hide behind a wall when Castiel started to talk to Michael. As you were keeping an eye out, you saw that Michael met up with Castiel, hearing the conversation.
Lights begin to flicker and Cas trapped Michael with the encircled with flames from holy oil. Seeing that was your cue, you, Sam and Dean reveal yourselves to Michael.
You show Michael a pair of handcuffs, jingling them around, smirking.
"Castiel, what have you done?"
