"Hey, just thought you should know, Donatello's here." Sam said as he popped his head round the bedroom door, seeing Eden sat up in bed reading a book.
"He is? Why?" She frowned, resting her book on her now slightly popped belly.
"Dean had this idea." The Winchester explained, walking in to sit on the edge of the bed. "The Angel and Demon tablets were made in case Humanity was at risk and God couldn't protect them. Well, now we know that he's weak, Dean thinks the Demon tablet could lead us toward a plan to trap Chuck like he did to Amara."
"Interesting..." Eden hummed, gazing at the wall opposite her in deep thought. "I'll put some clothes on and come out."

By the time she was dressed in a black maxi dress and ballet style slippers, Donatello was sat at the table in the library and already through half a bucket of fried chicken. Dean was sat across from him at the table closest to the War room drinking coffee. Sam and Castiel were perched on another table, watching as the Prophet intensely studied the Demon tablet and wrote down what he found.
"Stop it..." Donatello grumbled, putting down his pen.
He turned sharply to Sam and Castiel, who immediately went back to reading some books. Then to Dean, who looked anywhere else but at the Prophet.
"In a good mood, I see, Donatello." Eden smirked, walking into the room with a glass of blood in hand.
"Eden, you're glowing." He gave a polite smile. "Pregnancy suits you."
"Does it? Am I? Because I feel like I've had one too many blood bags." She chuckled, sitting across from him.
"Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you looked like an Angel." Donatello replied.
"You are too kind, my darling." Eden hummed, taking a sip from her drink. "If there's anything I can do, let me know. These boys have had me on lockdown for weeks, since Lilith gave me a hard time."
Donatello nodded, looking back down at his work.

"Oh..." He said after a few moments. "This is interesting..."
Sam, Dean and Castiel rose from their seats, immediately grabbed by the Prophet's words.
"What is it?" Sam asked, wandering over.
"There appear to be annotations – personal observations." Donatello informed them.
"By Metatron?" Cas pressed.
"By the Scribe, yes. As if he were trying to give some context to God's actions." The Prophet nodded.
"For example?" Dean urged.
"The almighty guards his secret fear, but it is always there." Donatello read.
"Fear? Of what?" Sam narrowed his eyes, leaning over the table.
"Fear of what, I do not know." The man replied ominously.
"Well, what about Eden? We know he's scared of her." Dean suggested.
"I don't think so." Eden frowned. "What about a Nephilim? He was scared of Jack too."
"Yeah, but Jack's gone." The older brother sighed.
"This one isn't." The Dark Angel pointed down to her ever-growing belly. "We know Chuck can't kill me; only Amara has that power. Perhaps an Archangel Blade, perhaps the First Blade, but I don't particularly fancy testing those theories out. So it's likely that he can't touch our baby either."
"It makes sense." Castiel commented.
"We may not have to wait to find out. Listen to this; 'This he shares only with his favourite.'" Donatello continued.
"Favourite?" Dean frowned.
"Wait, his favourite... At the time... At the time this was written, Lucifer had been cast down. Michael sealed him in the Cage, so Michael was the favourite." Castiel said.
"Oh, yeah. A real daddy's boy." Dean rolled his eyes.
"But, if Michael helped Chuck overpower Amara, then maybe he also knows how to lock him up." Sam offered.
"Perhaps." Cas agreed. "But, even if we could get to him, he wouldn't tell us."
"I don't know..." The older brother's brows knitted together in thought. "But I mean, if my dad kept me locked up in a cage for ten years, I might be looking to get some payback. It's worth a shot."
"Swell!" Donatello grinned, getting up and raising his arms in triumphance. "So, you guys go talk to Michael. Problem solved, right?"
"Not exactly." Dean uttered. "Michael's in Hell."
"Yeah, he was possessing Adam, Sam and Dean's half-brother, when he fell into Hell with Sam – who was possessed by Lucifer - and then they were all sealed in the Cage." Castiel explained.
"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE? CAN'T ANYTHING YOU DO BE EASY? I mean-" Donatello's outburst ceased as he stood up straight, his face turning deadpan. Two seconds later, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into the chair behind him.
"But where's the fun in that?" He continued. "This story just gets better and better."
"Donny, you going crazy again?" Dean asked, perching on the table behind him.
Eden studied the Prophet's trance-like state with a deep set frown on her face.
"No... This is more." She concluded.
"Oh... How right you are, Eden." 'Donatello' looked straight up at her. "Donatello's not here any longer. Hey, guys."
"Chuck." The Dark Angel sneered.
Instantly, the four backed away.
"Prophets speak the word of God. Sometimes indirectly, sometimes... They're my Bluetooth." The deity chuckled. "So, here's the thing. Usually, I really love our little process – I toss something at you guys and you slam it right back. It's fun, like tennis. With monsters. But this? Let this one go."
"Or what?" Dean challenged.
'Donatello' looked over at him.
"Or I go all-powerful. Maybe not on you. Maybe not right away. But let's see, there's... Willow, Jody, Donna, Eileen..." He turned to face Sam. "Pretty much everybody on your speed dial. So, drop it. 'Kay?"
Donatello's head dropped again and he came around.
"What the Hell was that?" He asked.
"Sam, where's Eileen right now?" Eden looked to her love.
"She's with Willow." Sam replied.
"You go check on them. Pigeon, check the warding. Dean, give Jody and Donna a call to make sure they're okay. I don't want to take the chance that that wasn't a warning of pre-emptive attack."
"You got it." Dean nodded, wandering off through the War room as Castiel and Sam dispersed as well.

"Well, the Bunker's warding is intact, but it clearly doesn't withstand God." Pigeon said as he walked back into the library. "How much do you think he heard?"
Sam and Dean had already returned, perched on the table in front of Donatello, who was being checked over by Eden.
"He heard enough." Sam replied.
"So? Do we... Drop it?" The Angel asked.
"Donny, I think it might be safer if you went on home." Dean nodded to the Prophet.
"I can take you, if you like." Eden added.
"Really? I have to leave? Oh, that's too bad. I'll just get my stuff." Donatello jumped from his seat, grabbing his bucket of fried chicken from the table before running off through the War room.
"Okay. Like Hell we're droppin' this." Dean stated after watching the man leave ear shot.
"You said he heard enough... What if he heard us talking about Jack and the baby being a possible threat to him? What if he comes for them?" Eden got teary just thinking about it as her hands cradled her bump protectively.
"I'm not about to let that happen." Dean promised her.
"None of us are." Sam added, earning a nod of agreement from Cas.
"We're forgetting something." The Angel moved around next to Eden. "Donna, Jody. They're not safe."
"They'll never be safe." Sam sighed. "As long as Chuck is out there, it's only a matter of time-"
"Before he rounds 'em up and offs 'em. Just to watch us suffer." Dean interrupted with an infuriated tone.
"The only way to keep them safe – to keep everyone safe – is to take Chuck down." The younger brother continued.
"Which is exactly what we're gunna do." The older nodded.
"Are we seriously talking about going to Hell to speak to Michael?" Castiel raised his voice. "Michael, who is in the Cage and insane?"
"Yeah, who told us that?" Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Lucifer..." Eden whispered.
"And Chuck." Dean concluded. "Now, I trust them as far as I can throw them. But Cas, if you wanna stay here, why don't you stay here."
With that, he walked off, heading for the War room.
"Eden, you can stay here while we're gone. I'm going to get Eileen to stay and keep the spell going so we have a way back. You can protect her in case Chuck decides to make a not-so indirect appearance." Sam said.
"Like Hell." Eden scoffed. "I was the Queen of... Hell, if you remember. You'll need me in case you get swamped by Demons or something goes wrong with Michael."
"Eden..." The Winchester sighed.
"No. Don't you 'Eden' me. Chuck's said what he has to say, he won't bother us anymore today. You just don't want me going because I'm pregnant and 'vulnerable'. But you know what, Sam? That's a load of crap. I'm going. End of story." The Dark Angel stormed off towards the bedrooms.

With the spell prepared in a large copper bowl in the kitchen, Sam recited the spell loud and clearly, then Eden's magic lit the bowl's contents on fire. She, Sam, Dean and Castiel touched the bowl as it glowed a sparkling purple, under the watchful gaze of Eileen and Willow. A gust of wind seemingly came from nowhere, accompanied by a bright white light. In a flash, they were gone.
The four landed in one of Hell's many halls, the walls around them formed of natural stone pillars piled high on top of one another.
"Now where?" Sam asked as he and Dean drew their Angel Blades.
"This way." Eden replied, stalking down the hall with a glare that could kill.

She led them to a hall surrounded by various statues, with a set of double doors on either end of the small space.
"Sam." Castiel uttered.
The Winchester turned, seeing a Caucasian woman with a messy, yet somehow formal, blonde bun and a black pantsuit.
Another woman appeared – an Asian woman with beautiful brown and blonde highlighted beach waves.
"Dean, Eden." The Angel raised his voice with slight panic as two more female Demons joined the party.
"Ladies." Dean greeted with a flirtatious smirk and his hands out defensively. "Look, we're not looking for trouble, okay?"
He'd barely finished his sentence when the Demons rushed them.
Eden barely moved, only put her hand out for her Demon to run straight into and smite herself.
The other three were beating the boys down with ease, kicking them to the floor.
"Are any of us winning?" Dean yelled as he struggled to get back to his feet.
"I am." Eden rolled her eyes, leaning against one of the statues to observe her fingernails.
"I thought you wanted to be here to help!" Sam groaned as his Demon punched him hard in the stomach.
"I thought you boys were supposed to have it handled?" Eden rolled her eyes again, sighing as she pushed herself from the statue and wandered over to him and his Demon. She grabbed the woman by the collar of her pant suit and planted her palm on her forehead, smiting the Demon.
"Stop!" A new female voice roared.
Everyone ceased their actions and looked to where the voice had come from.
There, in a red jumpsuit and hair a Viking Shield Maiden would be proud of, surrounded by male Demons in tight, black t-shirts, stood...
"Rowena..." Eden breathed, her eyes wide with shock.
"Hello, dear." She replied softly, her expression turning to a smug one as she looked to the other three. "Hello, boys."
"How the Hell are you here?" Eden asked.
"Well," Rowena started, taking the hands of two of her male enterage to help her down a narrow set of stairs. "You saw where I fell."
"Rowena, we thought you were dead." Dean walked towards her.
"Oh, I am, dear. Pretty much everyone here is." She smiled. "When I closed the fissure, it did cost me my life and my soul went to Hell – big surprise."
"And the Demons just... Handed you the throne?" Cas frowned.
"No one hands you anything, darling. After my dearest Eden left the throne unattended, the Demons thought they'd have a go. I'm sure you can imagine how that went." Rowena's smile only grew. "So, I took it, assuming Eden was no longer interested in the position. So, why are you here?"
"Chuck." Dean stated simply. "He's back, he's out of control and we need to reign him in."
"You want to 'reign in' God..." The new Queen of Hell clarified.
"We think there's a way." Sam spoke up from the spot furthest away from her. "Listen, we just need to speak to Michael."
"Michael. The out-of-his-head Archangel?" Rowena chuckled. "This just gets better! Well, anyway, it doesn't matter..."
"Why?" Sam asked, taking a few steps forward towards the rest of the group.
"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." The Queen hummed.
"Rowena, we're running out of time, okay?" Dean urged. "We need Michael yesterday."
The Scotswoman paused for a second and sighed.
"Did you not hear the man?" She addressed her Demons. "FIND HIM!"
With her screamed order, the Demons quickly scuttled away to fulfill her request. With the total, utter shock on Sam, Dean, Castiel and Eden's faces, she gave a small smirk and a wink.

Meanwhile, in the Bunker's kitchen, Eileen and Willow were sat at the table when Eileen got a video call come up on the laptop in front of her.
She quickly answered, revealing a blonde woman in her late thirties or early forties.
"Eileen?" The woman said in awe. "I didn't know if you'd pick up, people are saying you're..."
"Dead?" Eileen finished for her.
"Yeah."
"Didn't take." The Huntress chuckled, giving a cheeky smirk to Willow, who watched her from behind the laptop.
"Clearly." The woman shrugged. "Anyway, do you remember... I'm Sue... Barrish. We worked that Ghoul case."
"Yeah, I remember." A smiling Eileen nodded.
"I'm following a Vamp's nest. They're migrating - looking for a decent feeding ground - and well, when they get stopped, I'm gunna need help cleaning 'em out."
"Where are they now?" Eileen pressed.
"Moving down I-eighty. Towards Omaha." Sue replied.
"I'm close to there." The Huntress nodded.
"So... You're in?"
Eileen looked to Willow and then to the copper bowl sat between them at the end of the table.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something. But if I'm free..." She shrugged.
"Cool! I'll call you." Sue gave her a bright smile that Eileen quickly returned as the call dropped.
"Can I come?" Willow asked. "No one better suited to a Vamp hunt than a Vamp, after all."
"Sure. That'd be great." Eileen nodded, shuffling closer to the bowl to sprinkle some more herbs into it.

In Rowena's throne room, she sat in her rightful place, sipping a beautifully aged Scotch as she gazed down to her guests.
"Rowena, I..." Sam started.
"Samuel, please." The Queen cut him off. "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, Amazon doesn't deliver here, yet. But boys, Eden, I'm Queen. My subjects revere me. Well, fear me, which is better. I should've died a long time ago." She paused as the four glanced to one another. Then, she held up her now empty whiskey glass. "Samuel, be a dear..."
The Winchester got up from his stool the four had been given.
"Yeah." He quickly said, taking the glass from her. He gave an awkward smile and cleared his throat, throwing a thumb over his shoulder towards the whiskey cart to Rowena's right before moving to it.
Eden sniggered, having never seen him look quite so subservient.
Dean watched him, then looked over Eden to Cas, seeing his Angel looking back. They quickly turned away from each other.
Rowena inquisitively leaned forward and wagged her finger between them.
"What am I picking up from you two? A wee tiff?" She smirked, leaning back in her throne. "Tell your Aunty Rowena."
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Dean mumbled.
"It's fine." Cas uttered.
'They had a domestic.' Eden mouthed, earning an understanding nod from the Queen.
"Boys, fix it." Rowena ordered. "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 my dearests Eden and Fergus."
"Yeah. I ready our journals." The Dark Angel uttered.
"Did you, now?" Rowena sighed. "We'll have to speak about that at some point, then.. But boys, look; one day, you die, you go to Hell, they make you Queen and... You can't make it right. So fix it." As she finished, Sam re-entered the room with a fresh glass of Scotch. "Thank you, my dove."
"My lady." A well-spoken African-American man entered the throne room looking more than slightly terrified.
"Aye..?"
"Michael. He's... Nowhere to be found."
"Then where is he?" Sam rhetorically asked.

As the boys prepared to leave, Rowena ushered Eden over.
"So... What did you think?" She asked.
"About what?" Eden frowned.
"About my journals, of course. I hope you found them useful, or at least somewhat cathartic." Rowena elaborated.
The Dark Angel gave an uneasy nod, sighing heavily.
"I think they broke a big part of me. You were never all that good at showing you cared for someone. I thought I was just a job to you for all of Elizabeth's life. It's only these past few years that my view's changed." She replied honestly.
"I'm sorry I made you feel that way, dear. I was selfish back then. I had grown too attached to you before I did that spell and after... I was only thinking of myself when I chose to abandon you." Rowena sipped her Scotch. "I knew it would be too hard for me to see you day in, day out and not let the cat out of the bag."
"I know. You wrote about that the week after you did the spell." Eden nodded.
"The day I left you." The Queen sighed.
"Vampy Pants! Come on, time to go." Dean called.
"If you have any further questions about what you read, dearest one, you know where to find me." Rowena gave her a reassuring smile, leaning over to place her hand on Eden's arm, folded across her chest.
"Thank you." Eden whispered, giving the hand a squeeze with her free one.