Mintha stood at the head of the table waiting for everyone to settle down. "Okay, everyone shut up." She shot a glance at Laurel. "That means you too."

"Pfft, whatever." Laurel dropped into a chair.

Dean reached over and grabbed the mug she set beside her, sniffed it and handed it back to her. "Just making sure."

"Please, if I was going to put beer in there I'd be sneakier than that."

Mintha cleared her throat. "Are we done?"

"Sure, go ahead, angel girl," Laurel told her.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that because I don't have time to smite you right now." She sighed and looked over everyone at the table. "We have a problem."

"Is it like, a regular problem or like a totes major problem?" Phinnie asked.

"It's on the higher end of the scale. I was checking up on things and Michael's lance is missing."

Phinnie ooohed. "Oh, like, well, that's a totes major, not so fab problem."

"Are problems ever fab?" Laurel asked.

Phinnie shrugged.

Noah scowled at Phinnie before looking at Mintha. "How can it be missing? I assume it was in your stash?"

"It was."

Noah shrugged. "Then it has to be there. No one can get past your warding."

"Not exactly true. There's one person who could get past it."

"Meaning?" Dale asked.

"Chuck."

Dean slapped a hand over his face. "Why in the hell would he grab the lance?"

"He wants me to stand back and let the apocalypse happen." She shook her head. "I refused, of course. Now it seems he's punishing me."

"Without the lance Michael will kick your ass," Laurel pointed out.

"I'm well aware. Thanks." Mintha replied sarcastically.

"Oh this is a totes major gigantic world ending problem." Phinnie pouted. "I totes hate God's will."

"Wow, thanks, Phinnie, that helps." Mintha stared at her until she looked away.

"Uh, are we forgetting something?" Laurel asked.

"Like what?" Mintha arched a brow at her.

Laurel pointed at Dale. "Use her."

"Excuse me?" Dale asked with a scowl.

"She's the versatile whatcha call it." Laurel waved a hand at Dale.

Mintha frowned, then shook her head. "I'm not sure that would be enough to defeat Michael. He's much more powerful than I am."

"But you said it made you twice as powerful."

"Look, I realize you're trying to help here, Laurel, but I don't think Dale would be enough."

"All right, so take Lucifer with you. Two times more powerful Mintha and Satan against Michael should work."

"Excuse me, would anyone like my opinion as the vessel?" Dale snapped.

Dean stood, his hands braced on the table. "No one is possessing Dale! I thought the idea was to keep her from being possessed. Isn't that why you were creating an anti-angel possession tattoo?"

"Yes, exactly, but if we can defeat Michael then it might be worth a try." Laurel looked at Dale. "Come on, you want to win don't ya?"

"She does have a point, even if I'd rather not admit it. I suppose if using me gets us that win then who am I to protest."

"Small issue, if Chuck hands the lance over to Michael and he stabs you with it then we lose both of you," Sam pointed out.

"It's a real possibility he'll give it to Michael if he really wants the apocalypse to start." Mintha took a seat. "Sam is right, if Michael stabs Dale while I'm in possession of her body then we both die and it won't be pretty."

"We're all aware. Remember, Cas was stabbed with it."

"Then you should just break it again," Wyatt told them, his eyes on the file folders he found hidden behind a stack of boxes.

"We can't break what we don't have" Sam told him. "And Dean already tried that, it appears your super prophet powers are protecting it. The thing won't break.

He looked up at Sam with a frown, then glanced at Mintha. "So, go annoy Chuck into giving it to you."

Mintha grinned. "I am rather good at annoying him." She stood and looked around. "All right, Dad, we need to talk! I've made a decision about the apocalypse!"

"It's about time."

She turned to him where he sat at his usual table in Starbucks. "What did you do with Michael's lance?"

"Ahh, that ..." Chuck sat back in his chair.

"Yes, that." She took a seat across from him.

"That was very naughty of you to hide it." He wagged a finger at her.

"Right, so naughty. Did you give the lance to Michael?"

He flicked a crumb from the table. "And if I did?"

"I want it back."

"Mmmm, nope. I did tell you this was going to happen. With or without your assistance. Without the lance you don't have a chance to beat Michael. He and Lucifer will have to fight it out the old fashioned way." He smirked. "It's the perfect story."

"Wipe the grin off your face, loser. I'm not going to let this happen. Even if I have to help Luci, Michael is going down."

"Even if you got Gabriel's assistance, you'd never win. Michael will wipe the floor with all of you."

"Right because I'm sure that's how you wrote it, dumbass. Just shut up, Michael is going down. I'm going to make certain of it. Heaven can kiss my angelic ass. Oh and you can rot." She swung and punched him in the nose and then headed for the door.

"You can't win!" he yelled in a sing-song voice.

She ignored him and left, transporting back to the bunker. "Well, he definitely has the lance, but he's not giving it back and he won't tell me where it is."

Laurel pointed at Dale. "Here's your ride."

Dale slapped her upside the head.

"Yeah, great. I'm going to work on a plan. It's possible I'm going to need both Gabriel and Lucifer to beat Michael. Maybe something else I haven't thought of yet," Mintha muttered as she left the room.

"Yes, you need Dale!" Laurel screamed after her.

Dale slapped her upside the head again.