'Heaven was getting a happy ending. The hero took his chance and made his choice to saving his people. All that followed had never been more happy.'
Metatron sighed at his work; "No. it needs more than a happy ending. It needs a twist at the end. It needs more drama. Maybe an annoying cliff hanger." Metatron pick up the quill, ignoring the outside noise of people dying and being slaughter, 'needs more drama. More emotion.' Putting a side note on his project.
'Story shouldn't end so soon.' Metatron put a self-note down. This is how he saw the ending. Everything that he wrote already happened but the ending that was yet to come. No matter how powerful of angel, ending can't be found. A little thing can change it. A chance can make a change.
"…take back our heaven from Metatron. We will watch over the earth. We will do what god made us to do. We will take back our home." Castiel finished his speech and applause boomed over Sam screaming to be let out.
Castiel only locked Sam away because he promised Dean he would protect him, he also need this was a suicide mission. Castiel smiled at his follower, his army, as they were getting ready for war. Cass pulled away one of his follower by his upper arm. "Stay here and watch over the Winchester." Castiel order and the solider nodded.
Castiel walked out with Hannah, his right hand man, walking next to him. "Today, we go home. Right, Castiel?" Hannah smiled brightly as they walked out the door. Castiel nodded with a warm, and dishonest, smile.
"Sir…why did you lock the human away? A Winchester none the less. He would be very useful." Hannah asked, trying not to hit a nerve. Castiel sigh; "he would have been in our way. It's better to keep him here." Cass actual wanted Sam to stay there because he is one of his few friends and Cass want Sam to be ok.
Castiel took his troop of warriors into Metatron's lair. Cass's army stood outside to see the abandoned building. "FOR HEAVEN!" Castiel screamed the warrior cry.
Dean looked at reflection. Dean stood up seeing that the police might be here cause of the call. He heard his brother Sam screaming out; 'HELP! LET ME OUT! CAS? PLEASE!' "Sammy?" Dean looked to his car. He got inside the impala, not remember how he got there. Everything was blurry and Dean was confused.
The reflection in the reversion mirror looked like him again. It smiled and winked its dark, yellow eyes shining. Dean breathed calmly, trying to ignore this pulsing Mark of Cain, his brother yelling and his imagination. The blade was still tightly in his hands. Dean dropped it and breathes deeply, the blade dropped at his feet next to the brakes. He put the gear into drive. He had been on the road for a while and not sure where he was going. To save Sam? From what? Does his brother even want him? Dean shook his head trying to get rid of the thoughts and he gripped onto the Mark of Cain trying to stop it's pulsing pain. "Can't get rid me of that easily?" A familiar voice said from the back.
"Cain?" Dean raised an eyebrow to see Cain with his short grey bread in his backseat, through the revision mirror. "Yes…and no." Cain crossed his legs and showed Dean his dark yellow eyes. "I'm the first blade. The killer instinct that you have itching at the back of your head. You can hear it right that feeling to…let it all go. The feeling of pure. Haven't felt like that in about a year, since purgatory. I can help you through blood shred. I can help you find peace, Dean." Cain smiled and his dark yellow eyes shined, from the lights of some else's car and horn tooted. "Might want to miss that car, so I can." The first blade Cain smiled at the car. Dean jerked the wheel in panic. He swung the car over to the side of the road. He breathed heavily, his eyes popped out. 'How did I get here? When did I start driving?' His blood pumped with that close call. The car was now parked safety on the road but Dean was still thrilled from the near miss.
The mark glow it's thumping red. Dean grunted trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his arm. First blade Cain was in the passenger seat. "Hey! Get out." Dean barked and shook his head. "Right. Because this Sammy's seat." Cain changed into Sam when Dean blinked. It made Dean jump a little but he tried to remain calm not giving the…thing whatever it wanted.
"Better?" First blade Sam said with a devil grin that made his dark yellow eye glisten. "Back to business at hand. I've been digging through your whiskey drown skull of your's." first blade Sam said with a little sigh at the end. Dean scoffed at that remark. "You have something special inside you Dean. Something that hidden from your tall ass brother. Seriously, how does he even get in his car?" First blade Sam looked how far he was from the roof. Few centimeters and he would be touching the ceiling. Dean blinked and saw the First blade returned to being Cain, which was more than fine with dean. "Get the hell out of my car." Dean growled at First blade Cain.
The first blade at Dean's feet shook and he did pay attention to it. First blade Cain chucked at Dean; "I'm not in your car Dean. I'm in your head. You let in the violent, killing instinct that you are full of. Really like one accident kill away from being jack the ripper kind of man. Ah, Jack. I miss him. He was my 5th master…borrowed also by Cain of course. You are like…oh, 14th. Anyway but I can only be used by a true killer."
Dean went to speak but First blade Cain cut him off; "don't give me that it was just to kill Abaddon or for the greater good crap. You liked it. I know you Dean. I'm the blade you used on Josie, Abaddon's meat suit, and didn't even think about her, didn't even care. Only those would are worthy can use me. That how you could hear your brother. The blade…me, gives you super hearing, strength, speed and smell. Kind of like Superman but minus the tights and goody rules." First blade Cain smiled. Dean looked away from the First blade Cain.
"You crave it. You want more. If it for the good, or so you say, go after the angels. There is battle there. You can feel it." First blade Cain whispered into Dean's ear. The blade shook more violently as Dean's heart raced.
Dean shook his head shouted at first blade Cain; "No. we aren't-" The first blade jumped at Dean. Dean caught it and First blade Cain touched Dean's arm, where the mark of Cain was glowing through his shirt. "You don't have a choice. Remember it's a means to an end. You did what you had to, Dean-o." Cain sucked into Mark of Cain. Dean's eyes turned dark yellow with the first blade killer inside of him. "Let's party." HE mumbled to himself, putting the car into drive. The mark glow brightest red ish pink.
Castiel lead his army into the lair. Angels were already waiting for them. Castiel looked around the area as he was taught being heaven's solider. He saw movement at a room on the left. Judging by the size of the shadow it must have been woman or Metatron had lost weight and gain curves.
One of the angels stepped forward. It was one of the high angels; "ah, Castiel. Nice to see you are back to your old ways. Ruining when we are all about to reach paradise. Back to bossing around angel and kill the rest in your way." The angel smudged. Castiel grunted his teeth together in anger at that remark. "ATTACK!" the angels screamed and so Castiel. Battle was broken on the angels.
A knock came from the door, a woman in a grey suit came to the door and opened it. "Sorry to intrude sir but it's the angels. It's beginning." She said with little bit of fear and excitement in her voice.
"Just as I said. A moment while I read over."
"but sir-"
"I said a moment! Go out and do what is need to be done." Metatron looked over his rectangle glasses. The door shut.
Metatron spun in his chair looking back at his book; "where was I?"
Castiel only made it half way across the battle field. It was almost impossible. Blood form the vessel's flew around the air, the high pitch sound of angels dyeing, the white light bursting out when the angel stopped screaming. Castiel continued to fight wishing there was any other way, but it was ok because he was fighting for his home and his friends, Sam and dean were both safe and far away.
Sam stopped trying to kick the door down pulling a muscle. Unlucky that Sam forgot his lock picker. Only way he could think was to break his way out. HE walked over to the window to see if it was possible to open it. No luck. It was one of those looking through windows that rich people have. Sam grabbed a statue that was a men standing in a warrior position from the side table by his bed.
He began to hit the corner of the bottom on the window trying to make it break. When he final got a crack, it was then gone once more. It stump Sam then he figured out that there was an angel outside. Sam remember Dean telling him that the angels did that to him too. "HEY! LET ME OUT!" Sam kicked the door. He just heard some laughter outside. Sam kicked the door knowing that there was an angel outside Dean told him, years ago, that angels if they want you stay then no way out.
Sam flopped himself backwards onto the soft bed. HE sighed loudly trying to think of any way out. 'The vent? No vents. What kind of places has no vents?' Sam thought pushing his hands on his face, his feet up on the bed. It was silent, but not for long when loud bang came from outside.
Sam could hear louder banging. This peak Sam's interested and he got up to investigate what he could. Sam pressed his ear against the door, it muffled the noise. Suddenly the first blade covered in blood went through the door in front of Sam's head. The shock made Sam jolt back. The door swung open, easily, to show Dean with a bloody angel and a grin, warm grin that he uses; "Hey Sammy." "Dean?" Sam raised his eyebrows with little horror in his eyes.
Dean's eyes, however, were dark yellow and his smiled seemed darker and less gentle. "Not Dean." Sam bounced back onto his bed. Dean dropped the angel at the door way and walk towards Sam. "Close but no dice, Samuel Winchester. Named after Mary's father that died after Yellow eye demon. These yellow eye…" Dean had a smug, small smile and pointed his dark yellow eye; "don't belong to that long dead demon that gave you demon powers. He was killed by the colt, by Dean Winchester. These yellow eyes belong to me, First blade."
Sam had raised eye brows in confusion. First blade Dean rolled his eyes and pointed to the first blade pointed to the door. Sam's eye brow continued to be raised. First blade Dean rolled his eyes; "Must be hard for those gears to turn. Sammy, I'm the first blade. I'm in your brother." First Blade Dean held his hands, innocently, behind his back with a warm grin.
"You are the first blade?" Sam eyes were widen in shock but not surprised, seems everything was posing everyone. Sam was just surprised that the first blade was a real being. "I know what you're thinking. How did I wood picker thrown at the bottom of the ocean posse my brother? I'm not just the first blade. I am bit of mark of cain and the blade put together, only to come real til the blade is actual used. See I've been ticking your brother into likening killing anything. Into just like killing. Day by day I made him into his. I barely lifted a finger thanks to your help Sammy."
Dean walked closed to Sam. He could hear Sam's heartbeat. First blade dean intimated it; "boom boom. Boom." He poked Sam's chest and smiled at Sam. He straighten himself and dusted his bloody hands onto his dusty and bloody jeans.
"I didn't come here to meet the Sammy Winchester, who help me break his brother. Thank you by the way, seriously. Would have taken YEARS without your help. I mean before you and your father helped but dam…thank you really." First blade Dean grinned cheekily at Sam. It grew when he saw how angry Sam was about it and his heart beat was fast and violent, like it does when angry.
First blade Dean leaned against a cupboard draw. He shook his head for some reason as his dark, yellow eyes became lighter. "I'm here on business. My business is war. I hear someone threw a heaven party and, darn, forgot my invite. Mind tell me where my place is and I will be on my way. Come on Sammy, It's the million dollar question." First blade Dean smiled at him. Sam just sat there, glaring at him trying to figure out a way to stop him or to get him out of Dean. First blade Dean rolled his eyes; "guess we will have to do this the hard way."
First blade Dean picked up Sam by the scruff and held him up a little, which was silently hard because of Sam's height; "Where are the angels?!" First blade Dean growled to Sam. He could hear the battle, smell the fear but he couldn't pin point the location. Must have been blocked out by angels. That why First blade bothered coming over to Sam.
"I- don't know." Sam said, little shock but had brave face. First blade Dean intimated the wrong sound in game show; "bom bam. Sorry Sammy, wrong answer. But if you answer the next answer correctly, you will get our runner up prize…" First blade Dean dragged Sam and left him the dead angel's blood. Sam was still amazed how strong first blade dean was. First blade Dean pulled out the first blade, itself, from the door and almost the door off its henge.
First blade dean, with his dark, yellow eyes, picked Sam up and held him up again the wall by his throat. His eyes were once again dark, yellow. While holding Sam up, Sam could see the mark of Cain glow red and spared out in the veins. Sam tried to reach out to his big brother, what was left; "Dean, this isn't you." Sam pulled himself up so he could talk.
First blade Dean smiled devilish at Sam; "Really? I couldn't tell. I am almost like your brother. I know how he is feels and what he is hiding. Let's take a peak shall we? Dean… I gave you everything, EVERYTHING! I killed for you. You made me into this!" He threw Sam onto the ground; Sam felt he almost went through the ground with that speed. First blade Dean swung his leg into Sam's ribs. Sam gasped as he felt a few ribs fall and break. "You were my little brother. You left me to die, more than once." First blade Dean picked up Sam's shirt and punched Sam in the face, with the hand holding the blade.
Sam felt his jaw pop out of place. With one hit and he was in serious pain. Sam looked into Dean's eyes, they were now green-yellow. The yellow over powered. Frist blade Dean hit him again; "I would do anything for you, brother. You left me every chance you got." He hit Sam once more but this time Sam grabbed Dean's fist, weakly. "I-I'm sorry." Sam gasped, it was hard to speak let alone breathe.
"YOU'RE ALWAYS SORRY!" First blade Dean yelled at Sam and picked up. "I'm sorry, Dean. Please, dean, stop." Sam had a swollen cheek and his puppy dog eyes were swollen and glazed with pain. He could see dark, unforgiving yellow instead of Dean's usual peaceful fiction green eyes. "Oh you'll be sorry." First blade Dean raised up his first blade. The mark of Cain had made the veins around it pump red as it did, it functioned as a heart. It beat was fast.
Sam, weakly with all his strength, touched Dean's shoulder. Dean looked at the hand then at broken up Sam. "Please, dean. I'm sorry. It's me, Sam. It's me, your little brother… Sammy." Sam sucked in pain and air trying to talk and breathe. He choked on his bloody and gasped for air. The eyes of Dean's were dark, yellow but we becoming soften and sad. Dean's yellow eyes began to turn little green. The mark of Cain began to pump slower and make the light become dull. It left the veins and returned to the mark itself. Frist blade Dean threw Sam onto the ground. Sam screamed in pain.
"You're not worth it." He muttered and left the room. Sam leaned against the bed, holding onto his fallen rib on his left side. HE sighed in pain but he could barely move. There was no chance he could chase after Dean, even if there was a small chance that dean was still in there.
First blade Dean walked down the stair flicking his hand, not holding the blade. "No. no, dean." He smiled and stopped flicking his hand. IT formed a fist then stopped. First blade Dean sighs finding that unsatisfying, not only didn't he kill Sam but he didn't know where the angel fight was. A light from a large screen got his attention. First blade Dean walked over the large sliding doors and opened them. Behind the doors were hundreds of computers and maps thrown around the room.
On the large screen that brought first blade dean there was a fuzzy image of Metatron entering a building and co-ordinates. He smiled; "Thank you John Winchester. For teaching Dean about this stuff. We must send him a fruit basket after our day, Dean-o." HE hummed 'High way to hell' as he got into the impala. He felt good hearing the battle cry, smelling the blood and death. He now knew where this delight was being held and nothing would stop him from getting there.
Castiel sliced an angel's throat. It hard let alone to kill what remained of his brothers and sisters, but when they died a bright light and loud noise would come made it hard to be in battle. Noise came from his phone from the song 'call me maybe.' Castiel sighed embarrassed as his cheeks were red; "Sam! How do I change my ringtone? Why? Why are you calling me at battle?" Castiel swung around and sliced another angel's throat.
"Right. Cass, it's dean. He… ah!" Sam grunted at his pain. IT was unbearable to talk. "Sam, what wrong?" Castiel stopped fight to ask. "Dean, he came and he was posed by…" Sam stopped when a gust of wind came into the wind. Castiel arrived and saw the stage Sam was in. He touched Sam's head and Sam was back to normal. Cass breathe deeply and blinked dizzy.
Sam rolled his neck loving feeling better. Castiel grunted and held onto his sides. "Cass?" Sam saw something was wrong. "I'm fine just…winded." Cass lied. "Dean, said he was going to the angel battle. You are not leaving me behind this time." Sam said. Cass looked at Sam with a sigh. "Cass, it's Dean. I can't be left behind. If you do then I will show up later anyway." Cass rolled his eyes and teleported Sam and him back.
Sam and Castiel enter when First blade Dean sliced open Hannah's neck, tears down her face. First blade Dean turned to Castiel and Sam with blood all over himself. First blade dean turned over Cass and Sam. "Hey bro." He grinned, horror in Cass and Sam's eyes. "Excuse me while I go and do the boss level." Dean smiled and ran up the stair to Metatron. Castiel appeared in front of First blade Dean.
HE looked at the first blade and saw a sliver shine to it. Cass backed away noticing that it was melted onto the first blade. First blade dean looked down onto his blade. "Oh, dean had some blades in the back of the car. I thought can't just go to war with no plan. Sure first blade can kill anything but got to make sure you have a fall back plan. Just styled it before I found Sammy." First blade dean went to hit Cass but Cass jumped back.
"You're better than the rest. took them til I stabbed them to figure out it had angel blade on it." Dean smiled and tried again. Castiel kicked his First blade dean's wrist, making the blade fly out of his hand. The first blade Dean's dark yellow flicked green; "What the hell, cass?!"First blade Dean picked the blade near his foot and stabbed Castiel but only in the knee cap. Castiel yelled in pain. More so when First blade dean pulled it out.