Angels
She'd also kept her distance, and was not far from Castiel, her massive sword sitting quit casually over her shoulders as she waited for what she needed to feel. Before she had left, she had given Ben a way to get a hold of her if needed. Her attention was split between the youngest Winchester and the fight that was going on, or the multiple fights.
When she finally felt the presence of Her, blue eyes flew open just as Castiel had said 'there.' Eyes narrowing, she lifted her chin just a little and threw her senses and vision in that direction.
"Let's go." she said, not wanting to wait any longer. Kill some demons, rescue some humans, or rescue the ones that could be saved, and get God back. Though the fact that they were rescuing God was still a little strange in her mind.
Her sword lowered, her eyes looking toward the other three. Yeah, she was itching to use her weapon, badly. But she was also itching to get Her back. There was no intense relief, of extreme need because of her being an Angel. She didn't really have those connections. It was more the need because she knew it was right.