Aleister had no idea what he was after but he didn't want to get kicked in the chest again so he caught his breathe and wisely answered to the best of his knowledge. "To track an angel?" That was all he had ever seen grace really be used for. And that was when Sam and Castiel were using it to look for some angel or something. "Why?"

Gadreel cleared his throat. Aleister paused. He had fucked up somewhere. Where? His mind raced before he realised. Ah. "Master."

"He hates calling you that, huh?"