In which Daphne is Metatron
Dean couldn’t believe his own eyes. He actually had to reach up with his hands, rub them vigorously, only to continue staring at the new presence in Bobby’s dingy old cabin.
The angels had appeared faster than they’d imagine at the institute where Cas had been spending his time regaining his sanity after the heavy blow Lucifer’s presence had caused. That too was surprising what with Castiel going old Vengeful God while hooked up on souls.
They’d moved quickly and efficiently, trying to avoid them until they would reappear after they’d been blasted away by the enochian sigil. Apparently they hadn’t been quick enough. As they arrived to the cabin, they angels had basically been waiting for them and busted down the door as the Winchesters and Castiel had started to prepare the angel proofing of the room.
They’d been at a stand-off exchanging threats and verbal assault for a while, the angels proclaiming their want for Castiel’s grace after the atrocity he’d done to the heavenly host, and the Winchester’s denying them, again and again.
They’d come to a standstill. No one was moving an inch. The dust was floating in their air between them, dancing from side to side, oblivious to the tension in the small room.
It was at that moment Castiel stepped forward, head hung low and shoulders squared. He walked up to the Angel wearing the tall blonde woman as their vessel. Though before he could approach, one of lackey’s took a swing and knocked him down to the floor with a hard blow to the nose. The leader Angel crouched down, balancing gracefully on high heels, which to Dean always seemed a bit odd, why the Angel’s wearing female vessels would wear high heels, but maybe it was another thing to add to their creepy Pod-Human appearance. She grasped his chin between long fingers and tilted his face towards her, tilting her head to the side with eyes wide in scrutiny, nostrils flaring as if scenting a foul odor.
"You never would get away with this Castiel," she said, voice a bit harsh but having the same melodic quality all Angels seemed to possess, even Castiel with his growly monotone.