Elizabeth had been sleeping when it all went down.
The Bunker had been visited.
Gadreel had come for a peaceful talk. Dean had attacked him with the First Blade.
When Elizabeth woke and saw there was seemingly no one home, she went outside to check if the Impala was there.
It was.
She frowned as she lifted the skirt of her black cotton night dress, moving back down the stairs.
She checked everywhere until she finally found them in the Bunker's cell.
"The Hell if you think I'm riding the pine on this one, guys." Dean said as she entered the room.
"What's going on?" She asked, wrapping herself in a black lace shawl she'd grabbed from her room.
"Gadreel's here. Dean attacked him." Castiel explained.
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
"Gadreel's here?" She repeated through gritted teeth.
"Not only did Dean attack him, but he attacked him with the First Blade." Sam informed her.
"Dean, what the Hell is wrong with you? He's obviously here for a reason. You didn't think to ask questions first, stab later?" Elizabeth frowned.
"The Hell I am. You know what he did to Sammy. And Kevin. The bitch deserves to die." Dean growled.
Elizabeth sighed.
"Whilst I'll agree with you on that one and I'd happily join you in any other scenario, as I said, he's obviously here for a reason. Why the Hell didn't anyone wake me?"
She looked to Sam, who appeared exceedingly frustrated about the whole thing.
"I know you haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." He said. "So when I woke up and you were still out, I thought I'd let you get the minutes in."
The Vampire closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Fine. Dean? No more stabbing or I'm confiscating that bloody Blade and launching it into space. Got it?" Elizabeth warned, earning an annoyed grunt from the older brother. "And you're staying here whilst we see what Gadreel wants." Dean was about to argue, but she held up a finger. "Don't test me. I haven't had breakfast yet and I will eat you if you get on my nerves. So, stay."
Dean looked to Sam and Cas, who shrugged.

Elizabeth, Sam and Cas walked out of the cell and into the library.
"So Gadreel said he could help us against Metatron?" Elizabeth frowned after having the situation explained.
"Pretty much. After everything, I at least think we should hear what he has to say." Sam replied, walking over to her. "Good morning, by the way."
Elizabeth smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips.
"Good morning."
They went out to the War Room, seeing a trail of blood.
"Where did he go?" Sam asked.
"You just left him here?" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Dean practiced his butcher skills on him and you expected him to just stay put?"
"We need to find him." Cas said.

Gadreel hadn't gotten far.
His car was parked on the side of the road less than five minutes from the Bunker.
Elizabeth, armed with her beloved Camaro, pulled up behind it.
She looked in her rear-view mirror at Cas, who had his hand on his temple.
"Pigeon? Are you okay?" She asked.
It took him a second to register that she was talking to him, but he nodded.
"I'm fine. Let's go." He said.
Elizabeth gave Sam a concerned look, but got out of the car nonetheless.

Gadreel wasn't in his car. It was only a puddle of blood on the driver's seat. The steering wheel also had a fresh coat of the red liquid.
Fortunately, there was a fresh trail leading into a tree line. So the trio wasted no time in following it.
It was only a few feet before they found him lying in the grass.
"Please." He choked out, scrambling to try and get up. "I'll leave you alone, I swear."
"We're not here to hurt you." Cas told him, crouching down and putting his fingers out to heal him.
Gadreel moved away.
"No. Your grace." He protested. "Healing me will only weaken you."
But Castiel did it anyway, placing his fingers on Gadreel's forehead.
Cas stumbled, stabling himself with a hand on the grass. He panted heavily, clearly feeling more than a little dizzy.
"Pigeon?" Elizabeth pressed, placing a hand on his back.
"I'm fine." Cas mumbled.
"Did you hear him?" Gadreel asked his fellow Angel.
"Metatron. Yes." Cas replied. "Where is he going? What does he want?"
Sam and Elizabeth looked to each other with identical frowns.
"I'm afraid... Humanity." Gadreel replied, his breath heavy still from his healed wound.
Castiel looked up at his company.
"Well, that's not going to happen." Elizabeth frowned.
Gadreel looked up at her, seeing her properly for the first time.
"I know you..." He furrowed his brows, wracking his brain.
"You're the Angel who guarded the Garden of Eden, right?" Elizabeth asked, earning a nod. "Well, I'm Eden."
The Angel's eyes widened in unadulterated shock.
"But, you... You were lost... Eve was beside herself..." Gadreel stuttered.
"Oh good, you know more. We can have a chat when this is all over." Elizabeth smiled, holding out a hand to help him up.

When the four of them got back to the Bunker, it was obvious something was wrong. The place stank of rotten eggs.
"Oh no..." Sam mumbled, running over to the box he'd put the Blade in.
"What's that smell?" Gadreel asked.
"Sulphur..." Elizabeth growled, walking up to the Winchester. "Who wants to bet Dean's teamed up with the only Demon he's got on his call list?"
"Who would that be?" Gadreel asked as the Vampire grabbed her phone and went to her contacts.
"Crowley." She replied, putting the phone to her ear.

"Damn it, Crowley." She grumbled, hanging up the phone.
"No answer? Sam asked, earning a nod from the Vampire.
The younger brother pulled out his phone, calling Dean.
It went to voicemail.
"Dean, pick up the phone. Call me back." Sam said, clearly a little more than annoyed. "I'm not kidding, alright? Don't do this. Not like this."
"Are you sure it was Crowley?" Cas asked.
"Of course it was." Elizabeth scoffed, perching on the table.
"Who else would he summon?" Sam frowned. "I mean, he and Crowley have been bromancing over the Blade since Dean got the Mark."
"The Mark?" Gadreel wandered aloud.
"The Mark of Cain." Cas told him.
Gadreel huffed. "So, that's what Dean cut me with - the First Blade." The remaining trio nodded. "In a way, that could be useful."
"What?" Sam and Elizabeth frowned in unison.
"Well, Metatron is more powerful than ever, but if Dean has the First Blade and the Mark, that might give us our best chance." The Angel explained.
"You're joking, right?" Sam cocked a brow. "An hour ago, we were ready to throw Dean into a padded cell, and now you say he's our best chance?"
"Hear him out, Sam." Cas told him.
"Oh, right. Excuse me. Sorry, guys. Sorry I'm a little less than eager to hear that our best chance is arming the warhead and hoping it hits the mark. This is not a bomb we're talking about, this is my brother." Sam snapped.
"And your brother would not be in this alone." Gadreel added. "We can help."
"How?" Sam asked.
"We have Eden, for a start." Gadreel motioned to the girl, who looked up from her half-listening state.
"Me?" Elizabeth frowned, putting a finger to her chest.
"From what I've heard and seen in the Garden, your power is only matched by Archangels, Leviathan or God, himself. You could hit Metatron with enough power t-"
"No, no, no, no, no." Elizabeth chuckled, hesitantly. "See, I had my memories wiped about two and a half centuries ago. Most of my powers along with it. I can't do crap to help except maybe run really fast rings around that arsehole."
Gadreel frowned in confusion.
"Okay..." He nodded. "Then, I have a plan B. I believe Metatron has found a way to tap into the Angel tablet, harnessing its power to give him powers equivalent to-"
"God, right?" Sam finished. "I mean, that's what this is all about, isn't it? Metatron wants to be God." Gadreel gave a frustrated nod. "Great, well, that basically makes him unstoppable."
"Not if we can break the connection between Metatron and the tablet." Cas told them. "That would make him just an ordinary Angel. Where's the tablet?" He asked the other Angel.
"Metatron's office." Gadreel replied.
"In Heaven." Sam clarified.
"I can get us to the door." Gadreel said.
"And then what?" Sam asked. "I mean, why would they let you in? If Metatron's number two shows up with Heaven's most wanted, the gig is up."
"Sam, we have to try." Cas sighed.
"Eden, do you have any of your power left? Your magic? You could use a glamour spell, disguise yourself." Gadreel suggested.
Elizabeth shrugged.
"I only have access to the magic here on Earth. I'm still figuring my way around what little 'Eden' magic I have access to."
Gadreel sighed.
"Then, it looks like we will have to do this the hard way." He said.
"We'll go find Dean and Crowley in the meantime." Sam looked to Elizabeth, who nodded.

After a couple of hours in front of a laptop, Sam found a video of a girl that had gone viral. In the video, was Metatron, who resurrected her. After he'd brought her back, he'd whispered something to her. Something that they needed to know.
They had rather easily figured out that Dean and Crowley would've seen the video and headed to its source.
The woman lived in a trailer park in Muncie, Indiana.
"I guess one of us doesn't need a Demon to follow a clue trail." Sam addressed his brother, hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket.
"No, you just need a half-cocked Vampire from the dawn of mankind to zap you there before I arrived." Dean replied, giving a sarcastic wave to Elizabeth, who was leaning against the trailer of the resurrected woman. "Really honing in those new skills, huh, 'Liza."
"Gotta get the practice in somewhere, right, honeybee?" She smiled just as sarcastically, removing her circular sunglasses to slip into the front pocket of her cropped leather jacket. "Hi, Dean. By the way." She hooked her arm through Sam's as she approached them. "Hi, Crowley."
The King of Hell was stood by the Impala, looking like he'd rather be just about anywhere else as he gave a wiggle of his fingers as a 'hello'.
"You're looking for miracle lady, right?" Sam asked. "Yeah, she's gone. We had a nice chat with her, though."
"Sam, whatever kind of intervention you think this is, trust me, it ain't." Dean huffed. "I'm not gunna explain myself to you."
"Yeah, I sorta got that." Sam nodded. "I just thought you might like to know that while you two have been playing 'odd couple', your real friends, like Cas, like the Angel you stabbed - Gadreel - they're out there right now risking their asses to help you win this fight."
"What the Hell are you talking about?" Dean asked as Elizabeth unlinked her arm from Sam's, figuring this could get bad.
"A fight, I might add, you made that much more complicated when you decided when you decided to stab the one Angel who could actually get us to Metatron." Sam continued, raising his voice.
"You mean the Angel that took you for a joy ride?" Dean countered. "The Angel that slaughtered Kevin? That Angel?"
"Who you let in the front door in the first place." The younger brother argued. "You tricked me, Dean. And now I'm the one who wakes up in the middle of the night seeing my hands killing Kevin, not you. So, please, when you say you don't wanna explain anything to me, don't. I get it." He took a short, but deep breath, calming down a little bit after Elizabeth placed a hand on the small of his back, bringing him back down to Earth. "And I also get that Metatron has to go. And I know you're our best shot to do that."
Dean nodded.
"I'm gunna take my shot, for better or worse." He said.
"I know." Sam sighed.
"No matter the consequences." Dean continued.
"I know." Sam repeated. "But if this is it, we're gunna do it together. You wanna know what he whispered to her, right, in the video? His next stop?"
"So, what are we all gollywagging on about?" Crowley spoke up. "Chop-chop! Excuse me, I'm not exactly Demon Minion number three, here. As the kids say, I've got mad skills."
Dean walked over to him.
"Look," He said. "I dunno what you expected here, okay? I don't really care. But you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off."
Crowley sighed, looking down at the floor briefly.
"Well, I guess I've been 'Winchestered.'" He rocked on the balls of his feet. "I'd wish you three good luck... If I thought it would help."
With that, he disappeared.

By the time they got to Metatron's next location, it was night.
"Is he up there?" Dean asked as his brother and the Vampire returned from scouting the place out.
"Uh, yeah. He's up there." Sam replied. "About a mile up the road. There's a homeless encampment. The way the folks are talking, he's got them convinced that he's some kinda new Jesus or something."
"Pretentious puddle of dick juice." Elizabeth mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dean frowned at her, half disgusted, half impressed by the insult.
"You good?" Sam asked his brother, having glanced down at the First Blade wrapped up in the open trunk.
"Yeah, I'm good." Dean replied.
Sam nodded, then leaned down, taking the Blade and handing it to him as some sort of sign of trust. He studied him on contact, his eyes full of scepticism.
"Listen, guys. About the last couple of months..." Dean started.
"We know." Sam nodded, earning the same reaction from Elizabeth.
"You don't need to explain yourself, Dean. It's been crappy, to say the least. But one step at a time, yeah?" The Vampire gave a reassuring smile.
Dean nodded.
"So, before we find something else to fight about..." Sam started, reaching into the trunk to grab the duffel full of weapons before closing the car up. "Are you ready to gut this bitch?"
Elizabeth smirked.
Sam went to pick up the duffel bag from the floor, but as he came back up, Dean reared back and punched him so hard, he was out cold before he hit the ground. With his other hand, he had a syringe filled with dead man's blood, plunging it straight into the Vampire's neck.
"Dean!" Elizabeth scolded, wincing as she removed the syringe. "Are you freakin' serious right now?" And then she realised what had happened - that being, nothing.
"Dead man's blood doesn't work on you..." Dean was just as shocked as she was.
"Interesting." Elizabeth frowned, flicking the syringe onto the floor. "I suppose you have no choice but to bring me along, then."
Dean rolled his eyes, waiting for her to lift Sam into the back seat of the Impala before they set off.