Angel With a Badge and a Shotgun

Bill Cosby once said, "Through humor, you can soften most blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how bad your situation might be, you can survive it."

 Three weeks earlier, Heaven

Mary walked through the great halls of heaven, her wings glittering behind her. The few people she passed smiled in awe and wonder.
Her brothers, after all, were the Archangels, and she knew her way around. Her hair was lined with pink, red, and orange wildflowers from a different part of heaven. She smiled fondly at the thought of returning there, maybe even with her father, and having a....a....picnic, (there's the word,) as the humans said. 
She grimaced as if she had gotten hurt. Humans. Michael says that you can't trust them, that they're worthless. She thought, unhappily. But why would he-
"Anything troubling you, Mary?" A voice asked smoothly. She turned and saw Michael, his own wings glittering behind him like the walls. 
"Just the fact the Father hasn't been home in a while." She said, hugging her brother tightly around the waist. "And Gabriel hasn't been home either." 
She prayed to her father that nothing had happened to one of her brothers as Michael studied her face for a moment. He smiled sadly.
"Gabriel ran away. He left a week or two ago. How did you-" He paused, looking at her brown hair. He pulled out an orange flower. "You went exploring again." He sounded exasperated. 
"Yes I have." Mary tried to hide the quiver in her voice. "But I was safe. The people kind of know me-"
"You can get hurt!" Michael said, running a hand through his hair. "If Lucifer-"
"The last I checked, Lucy was in the pit!" Mary yelled back, turning around. There is a light whoosh of air and she is gone.

Three weeks later, Quantico, Virginia, 12:00 PM

"I'm looking for an Emily Miller?" 
The stranger was staring at her again, Emily knew it. She could feel the gaze on the back of her head as she tried to get one piece of paperwork done. Seeing that it wasn't going to happen anytime soon, she sighed dramatically, and looked up. 
"You're Emily Miller, right?" The stranger asked. Emily nodded. "Can we talk somewhere alone?" 
Raising an eyebrow, Emily nodded and rose from her seat, groaning as she did. "Hey, Morgan, my guest and I are at the Round table if Hotch needs me." 
Caught up in his own paperwork, Morgan nodded in response. 
Emily led her guest to the conference room, and shut the door. "Who are you?" She asked, watching the woman closely.
" I'm Mary. I'm an Angel of the Lord." Mary said, smiling at her. "And your my vessel."
" Excuse me-"
"Look, your a Winchester, right?" Mary asked.
"Not for many years, but-"
"Listen to me, you pike of maggots!" Mary snapped. "This vessel is no good to me for long. You are a very strong woman. Even after all of the death you've seen!" Mary took a breath. "Please, I need your consent. Just say yes."
Emily thought for a moment. This supposed Angel thought that she was good enough. But what about.....
With no second thoughts, she smiled. "Fine. My answer's yes."
"Good." There was a bright white light, a loud whirring noise, and a thud, and Emily fell to the floor, passed out. 
And there was no one else in the room.