A Little Busy Here
A Superntural Fanfiction
Summary- After two-thousand years with little to no communication with their superiors, the Garrison has developed something of an attitude. They are Gods soldiers, and they don't like bureaucrats telling them how to do their job.
Part One: Going to Voicemail
The group of humans sat around the table, hands joined, as the professional psychic swept back her hair and rested her hand on Dean's arm. The burn was still fresh, but he could feel none of the pain he'd come to accept as a part of the afterlife.
At least until Pamela touched it. Then it crackled uncomfortably. "I invoke, conjure, and command you. Appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you. Appear unto me before this circle."
Dean privately thought her little chant wasn't archaic enough to get some big-bad demon's attention, but he wasn't about to tell her how to do her job. Then the TV in the corner flashed on to static so he supposed it was working.
He really hoped she could keep things under control.
"Castiel?" She paused her chant and Dean leaned closer.
"Castiel? What's that mean?" He could see Bobby and Sam opening their eyes and watching the psychic warily.
"It's name..." Her voice lost hesitation as she changed up her spiel. "I command you show me your face! Show me your face!"
The house shook and Bobby looked around worried. A radio upstairs blared and cycled through the channels. "Maybe we should stop." His instincts were screaming at him to run for the nearest salt circle.
"I've almost got it!" Pamela hissed. "Show me your face! Show me your fa-" The flames on the table surged upward and the Psychic leaned back as her voice choked off in surprise. Her eyes rolled up in her as a vibration filled the room. Dean recognized it and snatched his hands back to cover his ears in anticipation of the coming pain session.
Then the static filled TV flashed to a completely white screen and the candle flames turned a matching white. The presence lessened and all four humans heard what sounded like a soft chime coming from the flames followed by a rough, husky voice.
"I'm sorry, you've reached Castiel. I am unable to answer your summons right now, and am most likely busy fighting the demonic hordes that have recently been released on the mortal plane, but don't worry, just leave your name and current location and I'll arrive just in the nick of time to save your ass." The words were followed by another chime. After a few seconds the candles spontaneously went out.
Dean stared at Pamela, who was panting like she'd just run a marathon. He summed up everyone's feeling with three wisely chosen words. "What the hell?"
End.
A/N- Oh dear. I was hanging with my fellow supernatural friend at lunch and THIS happened. I've got a few more snippets planned with Anna, Uriel (not evil!) and a few other nameless angels.