Umm, hey, so I don't own Supernatural. I guess this is all I wanted to say.
Naomi noticed that one of her pens wasn't laying straight as it should be. Of course, it was that blue pen again. Why was it always that pen? She fixed it time and time again, and yet somehow it never followed the example of other pens, it had to lay askew. For an inanimate object it was way too damn stubborn.
"Miss Naomi!" Ian walked into her office in a rush.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked trying to not show her irritation.
"It's done. Dean Winchester was freed from hell."
The boss quickly stood up and teleported herself into Zachariah office. She couldn't undertake all of the tasks herself, so naturally she gave some off her responsibilities to lesser angels. Though freeing the Winchester from the clutches of demons was important, she had far superior things on her mind right now. It was placed in the charge of 'Apocalypse management' which was in the hands of Zachariah and four other angels.
"Did it go without any... disruption?" she asked looking at her disgusting co-worker. He somehow thought he was on Naomi's level of managing heaven.
"Of course! It went smoothly." He sent her one of those arrogant little smirks of his. Oh, how she wanted to smite him.
"I'm glad to hear that." she forced the calmness. "Who is the angel that was entrusted with this matter? It should receive a prize."
"One of the foot soldiers; Castiel."
The whole office darkened when Naomi glared at him.
"What?!"
"I said it was Castiel." Zachariah tried not to sound nervous.
Naomi slammed her hands onto his desk. Stupid angels.
"So you want to tell me that you send an incapable individual, that always ends up disobeying, to save and protect our most prized possession? You want to tell me that!?" She hissed making Zachariah flinch.
"It was in my instructions."
"And who exactly wrote those instructions?!"
She looked down on his desk and saw the document. Touching it was the only way to check the handwriting. As she felt that strange but powerful grace she immediately recognized who the signature belonged to.
"Gabriel." she hissed quietly. Naturally, who else would fuck with heaven better then the kings of jokes himself?
Naomi returned to her office with an anger that could destroy cities.
She saw that stupid blue pen. It was still lying incorrectly. She took it into her hand and thought about destroying it.
But wouldn't it be like accepting her loss?
So, well, this is really short, but I'd be incredibly thankful for your opinion. So review!
Also, I'm sorry for mistakes. English is not my native language.