As the room around her came into appearance, she heard the screams. She heard both of her brothers. Aziraphale words and Castiel's screams. He had thought he had lost his grace, that it was gone. She knew how much that hurt, the pain he must be going through. But it wasn't true. He had not fallen. He lashed out at Aziraphale, but she would have to worry about that after.
This thing. This, whatever it was that was attacking the mortals, was apparently able to reach angels. The Angel once known as Hanael took two steps toward Castiel, and then knelt down infront of him, bringing her vision to his level. "Cas." she said firmly. "Cas, look at me." she raised one hand toward his face, making the gesture as if to place her hand gently on the side of his face, though she never touched him, her hands stopping just inches.
Anna tilted her head to the side, regarding him with worry. "Listen to me, like you once did before. Listen. I'm here, you're not alone." she too had fallen. Though while she had her grace, she had been cut off from heaven. Here, her powers were not as weak as they had been at home, but she was still an outcast, and she knew what he was going through. Or what he thought he was going through.