You can trust me.

Our mission was to protect God's creation. I don't know where we forgot that. If you want back in, {truly} --I will listen

[followyourorders]

Then do it quickly.

--Yes, of course.

[followyourorders]

Where is the traitor?

Castiel? Gone. In the wind and hidden from me. 

 --But I'm working on getting him back, Michael. He has a weakness, and I intend to exploit it.

[crowleesi]

[kieselguhrkid]

[followyourorders]

... Castiel did this, you say. What brought him to this point?

"A lust for power. Free will."

[followyourorders]

Do not play games with me, Naomi. Explain to me what has happened, immediately.

Well, Castiel devastated  Heaven, killing all of our bretherin that stood against him. 

I've been... cleaning his mess.

[followyourorders]

Besides the fact that you have taken control of Heaven? Where are the others, where is the chain of command?

I'm sure I have no idea what you're referring to.  Me? Take control? That's not in my authority. They others, surely you know of what that fallen, rogue angel Castiel did to our brothers?

[followyourorders]

I was never in the cage with Lucifer. Your authority is wrong.

Ah, So I see, forgive me, I seem to have caught the incorrect time-line. Is there something wrong then, Michael, that needs addressing?

[followyourorders]

What do you think you are doing?

--Michael. I had it under authority you were in the cage with Lucifer. How are you free?

[followyourorders]

I understand. I like to think I'm fluent in modern English. Doesn't mean I'll listen. -grins-

I would also like to think, that as an archangel you'd be adept to following your orders --but since you don't seem to be able to stay in line, I'd like to think that you have some form of self-preservation.

[followyourorders]

Dean Winchester wears make-up.

[followyourorders]

Away on Business.

[followyourorders]

"My brothers, the archangels, are back. And very angry at you. I seem to be the only one who understands what you are truly doing..." He frowns, "...Michael wishes to kill you, and give the angel tablet to Dean. He wont /listen/ to me. I know none of this is my business, but I know the angels cannot defend you from the archangels, and if Dean gets that tablet or Michael takes heaven everything will fall. My grace, all of the angels... You are fixing heaven, and I take your side. If you let me."

She listened patiently, giving no tells on any of her features as to what she was thinking. Her face remained impassive for all that he spoke. When he had finished, she paused for a fraction, lacing her fingers with each other and settled them onto her lap as she perched on the edge of her table.

"Lucifer. You are a monster. You're not of Heaven anymore, and you are quite correct in this being none of your business."

"Leave. I don't work with the unclean."

[followyourorders]

-pokes her cheek-

I would think it wise, Gabriel, if you never did that again. Do you understand?

[followyourorders]

"Of course I could make it here. Just not very long, so quickly now, I need to speak with you..." His wings are spread out behind him, as if in a warning, or maybe in trust. He motions for her to come out from behind her desk, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling at the moment. He's just... blank.

Naomi stays where she is for the moment, contemplating in calling every remaining angel in Heaven to take care of him for her. But curiosity gets the better of her, as she stands from her chair and moves around the table that had acted as somewhat of a barrier between them.

"So tell me, Lucifer. Why have you come?"

[followyourorders]

“No-one of importance.”

[ashebreaks-deactivated-deactiva]

“Bull.”

[followyourorders]

"If you had need to know of my existence, Dean Winchester, then you would know. As of right now, I am no-one to you. And you are most certainly no-one to me --do commit that to memory."

[followyourorders]

-Appears in front of Naomi's desk.-

The celestial stares for a moment, perhaps a hint of confusion flitting across her features, only momentarily before she returned to impassive professionalism. She was nothing if not a professional.

She stood from her seat in polite greeting to her... guest; a businesslike smile stretching on her face.

"Lucifer. I was... unaware you could make it here --to what do I owe your company?"