Crowley was killing the people that Sam and Dean had saved in the past to try to get them to stop the Trials.

Castiel and Metatron were closing the Gates of Heaven. All Angels would be locked upstairs.

Including Castiel and me.

Sam and Dean were tricking Crowley into a meeting to capture him and cure him of being a Demon to complete the Trials and close the Gates of Hell, locking every single other Demon inside. Forever.

But they were sure Crowley would not come alone.

So I was waiting for Demons to reveal themselves in the Singer Salvage Yard.

Bobby Singer's house had been burned down by Leviathans. He had been killed by their leader, Dick Roman.

The second Trial had been to make sure Bobby's soul got to Heaven.

The Impala pulled up to the Salvage Yard.

Dean and Sam got out of the car, looking toward Bobby's car.

Bobby's car was overrun with weeds, dirt, rust. It had plants growing through the engine.

Dean and Sam looked bittersweet.

We heard Crowley's voice. "Hello." Sam and Dean turned to their right, seeing Crowley standing about 50 feet away from them. Dean looked around for anyone or anything else. They walked toward Crowley. "What's that old expression? Success has many fathers. Failure is a Winchester." Crowley chuckled. "Where's the stone?"

"You show us yours, and we'll show you ours," Dean told him.

"Really, Dean?" Crowley asked. "I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here, and you want to talk dangly bits? The stone." Sam reached into his jacket pocket. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slowly." Sam slowly pulled the Demon Tablet out. "There she is."

Crowley opened his jacket, showing them that the Angel Tablet was inside his pocket.

"And the contract?" Dean asked. Crowley pulled a scroll out of his jacket, throwing it out to unroll in the remaining ten feet between them and him. Dean looked at the enormous contract sarcastically. "Yeah, I'm sure there's no hidden agendas in there."

"The highlights," Crowley told them. "We swap tablets, you stand down from the trials forever."

"You stop killing everyone we've ever saved," Sam told him.

"Agreed," Crowley told them. Dean reached in his jacket, pulling out a pen to sign the contract with, uncapping the pen. "Uh-uh-uh." Crowley pulled the contract back a couple of feet. "Nice try, Squirrel. Moose is doing these trials. Moose signs."

"No, no," Dean told him. "He's not signing anything until I read the fine print."

Sam took the pen from Dean. "I can read it."

"Hey, you wanted me here, I'm here," Dean told him. "But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him screw us even more."

"What's this?" Crowley asked. "Trouble in paradise?"

*  *  

Dean was reading the contract, walking closer and closer to Crowley until there was no more than a foot between them, mouthing the words as he spoke.

"You're gonna move your lips the whole way up here, aren't you?" Crowley asked. "You know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity. It's a built-in handicap. You always put emotion ahead of good, old-fashioned common sense. Let's have the big galoot sign it now, shall we?" 

"Uh, yeah, about that..." Dean trailed off, ripping the contract.

"Really, Dean?" Crowley asked. "Why must you always complicate things? No matter." He snapped his fingers. Two Demons appeared behind Dean and Sam. "Boys?"

I threw my Angel Sword into the Demon trying to restrain Sam, killing him with a flash of bright light, using magic to pull it out and into my hand again.

Demon 2 turned to run.

I appeared in front of Demon 2, cutting his throat with my Angel Sword, killing him with a flash of bright light, letting him fall to the ground.

Crowley was only slightly miffed. "Octavia. Joining the Calvary again, are we?"

I turned to face Crowley. "It's more fun than one seems to think."

I had a pair of handcuffs cuffed to my wrist, cuffing the other to Crowley's right wrist.

"Is this a joke?" Crowley asked. "You realize all I have to do is..."

Crowley snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened.

I smiled. "Uh-uh-uh. Demonic handcuffs, jackass. No flicking, no teleporting, no smoking out. Oh, and... no deal. Which pretty much means that you're our bitch."

"See, Crowley, since you're one half of the reason that Ava was killed, and nearly killed her the other day, we knew that she would have no problem whatsoever in taking the chance to screw you over," Sam told him.

Crowley nodded in acknowledgement, looking at me. "Fine. You want to play the chain game? Let's." He punched me in the face, barely having an effect. "You saddled yourself to the wrong bull, sweetheart."

I punched Crowley in the face, pulling the Angel Tablet out of his jacket pocket, handing it to Sam, grabbing hold of the lapels of Crowley's jacket, shaking him. "I can do this all day. 'Cause you know what? Damn, it feels good. My killer might already be dead, but you're just as culpable."

I let Crowley go.

Dean smirked. "But sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it. You're ours. Which means that your Demon ass is going to be a mortal ass pretty damn quick."

Crowley looked at Sam. "What's he mouthing on about?"

"You're the third Trial, Crowley," Sam told him.

Crowley took this in, looking a little worried.

*   *  

I pulled Crowley inside an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere, taking the handcuff off my wrist, putting it onto Crowley's other wrist. I looked at the chains on the floor next to the chair, using magic to chain Crowley to the chair. I sprayed at Devil's Trap around him, making it very elaborate and not easily broken.

Crowley shook his chains a little to show his discomfort for being in them, making them clank and rattle. "You really think this is gonna hold me, that you're gonna cure me or whatever it is?"

I gave the can one last shake, tossing it across the room, making it hit a wall in the corner of the very small church and fall to the floor, looking at Crowley, smirking. "Oh, honey, we're gonna try."

"So, how's revenge going for you so far, sweetheart?" Crowley asked.

"Pretty damn well," I answered. I walked past Crowley toward the door, stopping, hesitating. I turned back to punch Crowley in the face hard enough to make the chair fall over, making him groan in pain. I pulled the chair upright, nodding. "Yeah. Now I feel better."

I turned around, walking out.

*   *  

I was standing outside the church, looking around.

Castiel appeared. "Octavia, I need your help."

"Little busy, Cas," I told him. "Take a number."

"I'm afraid this can't wait," Castiel told me. "Naomi has taken Metatron."

"So, you can't close the Gates?" I asked.

"No, we're still gonna do it," Castiel told me. "That's why I need your help to shut it all down. Heaven, Hell, all of it."

*   *  

I sighed, turning to face Castiel. "So, Metatron says that the only way to save Heaven is to lock all of the Angels upstairs? Including you? Including me?"

"Yes," Castiel answered. "I--I just wanted to ask you..."

"If I was okay being grounded at home for the rest of my life?" I asked, chuckling. "Cas, once we're locked upstairs, there's no telling who will come after us for revenge or to try to reprogram us again. For what we did with the Apocalypse, choosing humans and humanity over our own... we will likely be put to death. Again."

Castiel looked down sadly. "I know."

I sighed. "But..." Castiel looked up. "It'll make sure that neither Demon nor Angel can hurt a human soul again."

"I'm the only one who can do this," Castiel told me. "I can't fail, Ava, not on this one. I need your help."

"Look, Cas, that's all well and good, okay?" I asked. "But we've got Crowley in there tied and trussed. And sooner or later, the Demons will notice that the King of Hell is missing, and they will come for him. That is why I'm here."

I heard Sam's voice behind me. "You should go." I turned to face Sam. "Seriously."

"Oh, what?" I asked. "And leave you two here with the King of Hell when all Demons will be on the lookout for him? Come on, Sam. They will come for Crowley, and they will kill their way through you to get to him."

"Let them come," Sam told me. "We can take them." I tilted my head slightly. "We got this. And if you guys can lock the Angels up, too... that's a good day."

Thunder crashed from the sky above us.

I hesitated, sighing. "Start the injections now. If I'm not back in eight hours, finish it. No questions, no hesitation."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

I stepped closer to Sam. "But if we somehow do manage to do this... I will be gone, too, Sam."

"I know," Sam told me. "I don't like it, but..." He sighed. "It's not my decision."

I hesitated, looking down, looking up at Sam. "I can't let happen what happened to me or humanity because of Angels happen again. If we can do it... I'm gonna do it."

Sam nodded. "I understand." I nodded, turning to look toward Castiel. Castiel nodded to us, disappearing, leaving. I looked at Sam, turning to leave, hesitating, looking toward Sam. Sam started to walk toward the church. I walked toward Sam. Sam heard my approach, turning to me. He knew what I was thinking, meeting me halfway in a kiss. It was slow and sweetly passionate. Sam placed a hand on my cheek, pulling away. "You should know... I remember everything."

I thought back to the memories of Sam and me when he hadn't had his soul, something he hadn't remembered before I had been killed. "Everything?"

Sam nodded. "Everything."

I looked at Sam for a moment, smiling a small, sad smile, kissing him one last time, pulling away, disappearing, leaving.

*    *  

Castiel and I stood in the bunker with Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord.

The Angel Tablet was sitting on the table.

"Is this a joke?" Kevin asked.

"No," Castiel answered. "It's the Word of God."

Kevin looked up. "What?"

"It's a tablet," I told him. "All right? Translate. That's what you do."

Kevin chuckled. "Okay. Um, it's the Angel Tablet, which I've never laid eyes on in my life. You want a translation in, like, six hours, when it took me six months and a dead mom to translate a piece of the Demon Tablet?" He chuckled, pouring a drink of alcohol, sitting down at the table. "This is not what I do. It's what I did. I am out, guys."

"Kevin—" I started.

"And if this is gonna be the 'guys like us are never out' speech that Dean loves to give, save it," Kevin told us.

Castiel grabbed Kevin by his shirt, pulling him up, making him drop the glass, making it shatter on the floor. "Dean's right."

"Cas," I told him.

Castiel held Kevin close to his face. "There is no out. Only duty."

"Get the hell off me," Kevin told him.

"You are a Prophet of the Lord, always and forever," Castiel told him. He hesitated, tilting his head slightly. "Until the day you cease to exist, and then another Prophet takes your place." I rolled my eyes. Castiel pushed Kevin in front of the tablet on the table. "Now, are you clear as to the task before you?" Kevin nodded. "Then do it." Castiel looked at me. "And let's go."

Castiel and I disappeared, leaving.

*     *  

At a restaurant called Doc Marley's Cocktails, Castiel had told me that he and Metatron had been here when they had been found by Naomi and other Angels. They had taken Metatron, and had tried to kill Castiel. The owner had shot the Angels to save Castiel and buy him enough time to get out.

Now, thanks to Angels wiping his mind, the owner thought that Castiel saved him.

The first Trial was to kill a half-Angel, half-human hybrid, a Nephilim. The second Trial was to get Cupid's arrow, which was why we were at the restaurant now, because the owner named Dwight was supposed to get hit by the arrow tonight.

After dark, I was sitting at the counter.

Castiel walked in, sitting next to me.

"Anything?" I asked. "You've been gone long enough."

"No," Castiel answered. "There was one female, but..."

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think she was female," Castiel answered. "Anything here?"

"Free drinks," I told him. "Your, uh, buddy over there thinks you saved his life."

I took a drink, putting a beer in front of Castiel.

Castiel was curious. "Angels don't need to drink."

"Says the choirboy that went on a bender when he found out Dad wasn't coming home," I replied. Castiel didn't answer. "And I kind of missed these things while I had been dead. It's the little things, Cas."

Castiel smirked slightly in amusement. "Do you really think it's wise to be drinking on the job?"

I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "What show you been watching?"

We heard the door open at the other end of the restaurant, looking toward the woman walking toward Dwight with a crate of foods.

"Hey, there," Dwight told her. "Where's Ed?"

"Flu," the woman answered. "I'm Gail."

"Well, okay, then," Dwight told her.

I looked at Castiel. "Showtime."

Dwight looked at the crates. "Let me give you a hand."

"Oh, thanks," Gail told him. "Ah. You're a real gentleman." She looked at another man sitting at the counter, smiling. "Hey." She chuckled, handing a pen to Dwight to sign for the crates. "Thanks."

Dwight took the pen, signing, introducing Gail to the man at the bar. "Gail, Rod."

"Ma'am," Rod told her.

"Rod rides a stool here most days," Dwight told her.

Gail placed a hand on each of their shoulders, smiling. "I'll be seeing you both." She smiled, getting her clip board, backing away. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem," Dwight told her.

Gail walked out of the bar, leaving.

Castiel and I looked at them in confusion, thinking Gail had been the person Dwight was to have a match with.

Dwight and Rod looked at the hunter on TV as he displayed the use of his bow. "Damn, that's sweet."

Dwight and Rod looked at each other, smiling.

"How about the next one's on me?" Dwight asked.

We realized that Gail was the cupid.

*     *  

Castiel and I were waiting outside.

Gail walked outside, looking at Castiel. "Hello, brother." She looked at me. "Hello, sister."

"We have something to ask of you... sister," I told her.

Gail looked at us in confusion.

*    *  

Gail sighed. "I've been afraid to go home for some time now. Orders used to come once a day, and now it's chaos. It all seems to be breaking down. And you think you can fix that?"

"With time, yes," Castiel answered.

"Take it, then," Gail told us, holding out her hand with her palm facing up.

A Cupid's bow appeared in the center of her hand like a tattoo.

Castiel held up his Angel Blade, having to cut it off.

*     *  

Castiel and I walked through a parking lot.

Castiel had a bag of everything that we needed.

I was on the phone with Kevin.

"I think I found the Angel Trials, but I don't see anything about a Nephilim, or a Cupid's bow, or anything like that."

We heard Angel wings rustling behind us, turning to see Naomi, tensing.

"I'm not here to fight you," Naomi told us.

I lowered my phone to my side.

"Octavia?"

"Not anymore," Naomi told us.

"Octavia?"

"Where is Metatron?" Castiel asked.

"He told you he was going to fix Heaven, didn't he?" Naomi asked. "Murdering a Nephilim, cutting off a Cupid's bow? It's a lie, all of it. I've been in his head."

"You've been in all our heads," I told her. "That's the problem."

"No, Octavia," Naomi told me. "You're wrong."

Castiel shook his head. "This is what you do. You twist things. I'm trying to fix Heaven. Metatron is trying to fix Heaven."

"Metatron isn't trying to fix anything," Naomi told us. "He's trying to break it, an act of revenge for driving him away."

"Break it how?" I asked.

Castiel turned to me, not wanting me to fall for anything. "Ava."

"Expel all Angels from Heaven, just as God cast out Lucifer," Naomi told us.

"Cast out?" I asked. "To where? Hell?"

Naomi shook her head. "Here. Thousands of us, walking the Earth."

"Lies," Castiel told her, lowering his own Angel Blade, starting to advance on Naomi.

I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Wait."

"Our mission was to protect what God created," Naomi told us. "I don't know when we forgot that. I want nothing more than to see you shut the Gates of Hell, but I told you that you could trust me. If Sam completes those Trials, he is going to die."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"I saw it in Metatron's head," Naomi told us. "It was always God's intention. The ultimate sacrifice. As for you, I beg of you, stop this path. Metatron has been neutralized. If you want back in, truly, I will listen."

Naomi disappeared, leaving.

I put my phone to my ear, knowing that Kevin would have heard everything. "Hey, is she lying?"

"I don't know."

"Well, find out, please."

"She's lying," Castiel told me.

I hung up, dialing another number. "I'm calling Sam and Dean."

"Ava--" Castiel started.

"If Naomi is right, then all of this will be for nothing," I told him.

"Ava, she's not right," Castiel told me. "And I'm not wrong. I'm going to fix our home. Please help me."

"Just give me a minute," I told him.

"Ava--" Castiel started.

"I said give me a minute," I told him.

Dean answered. "Yeah?"

"Dean, it's Ava. There's something you need to know about Sam and the Trials." I heard the sound of Angel wings, turning to see that Castiel had disappeared. "Cas!"

*    *  

I arrived in the bunker, walking toward Kevin. "Talk to me. Was Naomi lying?"

Kevin was translating from the Angel Tablet. "From what I can tell... No, Ava. She wasn't lying."

Machines inside all around us started to turn on by themselves, lighting up, glowing and making noise.

Kevin and I looked around in confusion.

*     *  

More machines turned on by themselves, lighting up, glowing and making noise.

*     *  

An alarm started to blare.

Kevin and I looked around in more confusion.

A table with a map on the surface started to light up with red spots, indicating things happening in areas all over the world.

I realized what was happening, disappearing, leaving.

*    *  

I appeared outside on the rooftop of the bunker, looking into the sky.

What seemed to be comets or asteroids or meteors were falling from the sky.

I knew it was more than that. "No, Cas."

Kevin ran out of the roof access, walking closer. He looked into the sky above us, seeing what I saw. "What's happening?"

"Angels," I answered. "They're falling."