Azrael, the angel of death. Death herself, or, one of them at least. The angel that the Winchesters had been wanting to find for so long. Just within their reach and yet so far. It's the role that Eden has now been thrown into. To find the family that had been with her all along and having never said a word.
And to find out, it is very difficult to be death.
[We Are Us Part I]
This life I live is not my own.
As if I have no more choices.
As if the freedom I gained
was never true.
I am a slave.
A grunt.
With no choice.
I cannot fight.
I have no chance.
That’s at least what He says.
But I am,
my father’s daughter.
I will have my peace
In the end