Going Up?
Found this while digging through my writing folders from last year. Ahhh Writer's Craft, the only class where I can get a credit for writing fanfiction. Not sure when or where this is set but it is in the fourth season. Sorry it's a little abrupt, I had a word limit.
Dean walked down the hall, towards the elevator. He really needed a snack, something bad for him, before he hit someone. He punched the "up" button with his fist, the elevator springing open almost instantly, causing him to jump back slightly.
The man standing inside the elevator looked up. He was an older man, but not feeble. He was tall and stately-looking, with thick black hair that parted to the left of his face. A thick streak of gray raced along the curve of his forehead, making him look even more distinguished. A light gray suit accented his sturdy build.
"Going up?" he asked, finger hovering over the button. His eyes matched the blue of his tie.
Dean nodded and stepped into the elevator. The man hit the "close door" button and smiled, settling back on his heels.
Partway through the ride the elevator shuddered violently and screeched to a halt. Dean swore loudly as he fell against the back of the elevator. The man looked at him apologetically.
"Sorry about this," he said, somewhat softly. "Unfortunately, you've made the easiest way to talk to you to trap you."
Dean's eyes widened and he drew the demon-killing knife he now carried with him always.
"What are you?" he demanded.
The man raised his hands in self-defense.
"I'm not here to hurt you."
The knife swung towards him. He pressed his lips together in irritation and the knife disappeared in a clap of lightning.
"There now, can we play nice?"
"What do you want?" shouted Dean
"Just to talk." said the man, lowering his arms.
"Who are you?"
"Dean," said the man, quite seriously. "I'm God."
Dean stared at him for a moment, and then he began to laugh.
"Little late aren't you? We're in the middle of the freakin' apocalypse here."
God smiled gently.
"I've come to talk to you about your choices…"
"Yeah, well I'm not really in a talking mood."
"We need you…"
"No!" said Dean angrily. "They need you! They want Daddy to come fix things!"
God looked sad.
"I can't, that's why I came to you."
Dean jammed the emergency button and the elevator began to rise again.
"Not very good at this are you?" he asked.
God shrugged helplessly. "Free will, my greatest gift to you."
The doors dinged open.
"Sorry," Dean said bitterly, stepping out. "This is my floor."
"He wasn't lying about Sam," said the voice behind him, making him stop in his tracks. "He'll give into him, Lucifer I mean."
Dean closed his eyes and sighed.
"But that's not forever either. That's the beauty of free will, of what I gave you. Humans can change their minds, Lucifer can only be. Your world and your brother need you to consider the greater good. And that is something you should think about."
Dean turned around to retort, but found there was no one there. The doors closed on the empty elevator. As he turned back to the bright hall, he looked down at his hand.
He was holding a bacon double cheeseburger.