Chapter One

The Masters

A/N: So this is an idea I got when reading over a bit of things. Granted this isn't a cross over story, but does hold undertones of a few separate pieces, though no one from said place will be mentioned and it's still in the world of its own. Thus it's still a Supernatural fanfiction. Any suggestions are welcome below and so is constructive critic. My computer auto correct is a bit weird, so if I make small errors in typing I am sorry.

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Lucifer had risen from his cage, and everything from there was to be simple and to the point for the Angels. Get Dean and Sam to say yes, a fight to death, humans destroyed and the world reborn. However, if only things could be that simple.

Having watched the world for some time now, Master of Court was distressed. This idea these angels had in mind, it was created by her after all along with the others. God wanted a plan for the long run, something to be a failsafe should the time be right. Yet, as far as she could tell the humans hadn't done anything to warrant this, the Anti-Christ still had yet to mature.

To add to the courtroom having grown silent after the first fight, she didn't know if now was the time to recall in the masters for a meeting. For centuries they had stayed out of sight and mind, nearly erased from the minds of all angels and forgotten by the eldest of them.

Master of the Court was by her name, she judged souls fairly on the mortal plain and sent them to either the Master of Hellish Yard or Master of Heavenly Yard to be weighted by them. Should they pass they are welcomed, should they fail they are thrown to the pits. Master of Hellish Yard determined what plane of Hell, if they went to Heavenly Yard, he gave them a space by shifting through their memories to give them paradise.

Then there was The Master of Death or Master of Graveyard. He was a boy who was still getting used to his position, with Death being absent, Azrael the Angel of Death, took it upon himself to teach the young master of his role of taking the dead to court and maintaining the scrolls of dead. Master of Court found this to be a good way for Azrael to get out of his shell as being a part of Death, many angels were fearful of him. Rightly so, as Death was very protective of him.

With a sigh she turned to her books looking at the names, anything to take her mind off her siblings. She poked at the names of Sam and Dean Winchester, if this kept up the numbers would change, God had planned a long life for the two brothers, they would face hardships, but would die a happy life in the end. However, the numbers faded in and out, Lucifer's rising had caused a rift, no doubt the others would see it.

Her mind wandered again to her siblings, thinking if now was the time to clear out the dust in this old room. The Angels would know soon if she did, and she knew the other masters would be thinking the same, or so she hoped at least. She debated the pros and cons of this idea of hers, there was much to be feared if the masters draw attention to themselves, but yet if balance was to be maintained without God here, then she had this only option.

Turning back to her pedestal she looked at the bowl of water and carefully took off her necklace, swirling the water around a few times. She knew the master would come, for now she had some cleaning to do it seemed.

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Master of the Heavenly Yard had never once drawn attention to himself. He blended in with the common crowd so Michael nor Raphael noticed him. His name to most of these angels was Ezekiel, which on earth was thought to be a prophet. Well more so it was him being bored and tasked by God to do some talking. Could have been worse, he could have ended up taking care of Master of the Hellish Yard.

Ezekiel sat in the gardens of Heaven thinking to himself, how many years have passed like this. Time had no meaning in Heaven, neither was happiness since Michael took charge. As quick as things had been peaceful, they changed to militaristic in a snap. He faded into the shadows as time went on, never getting involved after God had left, only rarely getting orders from him. Ezekiel hadn't given much thought on how they forgot about him, he was for use he'd be the first one Michael would try to woo first to his side. No, that went to Raphael.

Not that he minded, just meant he didn't have to play politics to the brown nosed arch angel, both of them for that matter. Ezekiel couldn't find it in him to hate Michael, but he very well disliked what the Angel of Loyalty had become. As for Raphael, he couldn't hate him either, but could see how he felt. The years of no time weighted on one after a while, and when God left them he did the one thing Ezekiel told him not to do. He left his children feeling abandoned.

Angels needed to know how to be on their own yes, but the damage was done to the four archangels. God's grade A parenting skills, honestly the man was sometimes prideful of himself, and Pride was a sin. We are not without our faults though, not even he is without his own vanity and at times laziness. Ezekiel sighed, leaning on the warm wall behind him as a breeze came from nowhere it seemed. Joshie boy was probably around here somewhere, not that he wanted to be found. Ezekiel came here all the time and never was found. One could get lost in Heaven's Gardens after all.

This was when his thought we're disrupted by the glow on his necklace. Ezekiel tilted his head, this was different. Who would call them together, and what for? Granted he didn't know how long he had been in the gardens, minuets were like months, hours to years, and seconds to days.

With a sigh he got up, hoping he didn't miss anything important.

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