"Right," he says, completely having put that lovely conversation with Uriel totally out of his mind. "I don't know. They got their war, and no one won it. The only thing I know for sure is that they won't be too happy about us like this," he says. "Together." The best they can hope for is reassignment. At worst, well-- at worst they'll be destroyed, utterly and completely. There won't be anything left.

"Wait, your side get trials?" he asks, lifting his head up. "I can't believe we don't have trials," he says, as if he wasn't already aware that Crowley's fall had been without actual merit and he hadn't been allowed to defend himself.

It was a lot of rules, being an angel.

Anyway, upstairs won't exactly take his call, so that plan's out. They could always run again, but then what's to stop them from rallying the troops and trying to destroy Earth one more time?

"--The prophecy," he interjects.