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Far far away from Gwen's lifeless corpse, there was an angel named Metatron. Metatron was a dick. Nobody liked him. Well, nobody except one. A man named Chuck, who many suspected to actually be God, quite liked Metatron. Chuck was a writer, and so was Metatron, so they both had something in common. But Chuck had an admirer. A female one. Becky. Becky was an obsessive, annoying, slightly psychotic, and overall clingy woman. And Becky was unabashedly in love with Chuck. She courted him in a million different ways, literally, but each time she failed to capture Chuck's attention and adoration. He just didn't like her.

Becky had finally realized all her attempts to woo Chuck were just not working and decided to give it a rest. She was just starting to take down the pictures of him she had pasted all over her walls, when her computer made a pinging noise. There was only one reason her computer would ping. Chuck had just updated his Facebook status. Becky stared at her computer and bit her lip. She knew she should resist the temptation. She was trying to move on with her life. But the temptation was just too strong. It was like her laptop was just sitting there, begging to be opened. And finally Becky's willpower, or what very little of it she possessed, crumbled into nothingness. She raced over to her computer and flung it open, eyes scanning madly across the screen. And what she found made her gasp out loud.

Chuck was in a relationship, with a man named Metatron. All of a sudden Becky felt very angry. Angry and betrayed. After all the time she devoted to Chuck. All of the time and money she spent getting him gifts. How could he? How could he just disregard her for someone else? She was so much better than this Metatron guy. Becky got so angry; she grabbed her laptop and flung it against a wall. It broke into two parts. But Becky was still seething. She stormed down to her kitchen, armed herself with the biggest, sharpest knife she could find and drove over to Chuck's place. She could see through the window, Chuck and Metatron sitting on a couch, laughing and cuddling whilst watching the TV. Becky was furious. She walked up to the door, rang the doorbell and waited. A few moments later the door opened and Chuck peered out.

"Becky? Becky, I told you not to come to my house. It's weird." Chuck started to complain, but she pushed past him and walked right up to Metatron.

"Becky, what are you doing?" Chuck called out after her. With a sigh he closed the door and walked over to where Becky was opening her purse. Metatron turned around.

"Chuck, who's this?" Metatron asked curiously.

"Just a friend, but she's leaving now," Chuck said, directing his last comment at Becky. Becky ignored him in favour of taking the huge knife out of her purse. Chuck screamed. Metatron tried to jump back. Becky stabbed Metatron in the face. Literally. The blade sunk into Metatron's cheek with a satisfying squirshthunk. There was blood everywhere, and as Becky pulled the blade out, blood squirted all over her face. This only made Becky smile like a madwoman. She was about to deliver the final blow when a firm hand wrapped around her wrist and twisted her arm back, causing her to drop the bloody knife.

Unknown to Becky, another angel, Anna, had already called dibs on killing Metatron. She hated his guts and dreamed about ripping his heart out and making him eat it, so when a random mortal woman came and tried to take her prize from her, Anna got very mad indeed. She had been waiting for the perfect moment to end Metatron, but Becky had gone and ruined all her plans. Enraged, Anna tore Becky's arm off before beating her to death with it. This of course, only made Chuck scream even louder.

Finished with Becky, Anna turned her sights to Metatron who was curled on the floor in agony, both of his hands over his wound. Anna started to walk towards Metatron, but then Chuck tried to stop her, so she had no choice but the throw him against a wall, rendering him unconscious. She turned back to Metatron, and as she reached him, an angel blade slipped out of her sleeve. Angel blades were the only things, besides ignited holy oil, that could actually kill an angel. Metatron raised one hand towards Anna as she approached.

"Now Anna, be reasonable. I'm sure we can reach an understanding." Metatron pleaded. But Anna didn't want to reach an understanding. She wanted blood. Metatron's blood.

Once Anna was done with Metatron, he was unrecognizable. Bits and pieces of him were scattered all over the place, his blood stained everything, and one of the walls was painted with his brains. Anna stood in the middle of it all, covered head to toe in blood and guts. And she smiled. Because now she was finally happy.

Metatron was dead. The moment she had been waiting for for so long had come and passed, and it had left Anna feeling light. Light and relaxed, happy.


Back in the royal palace, Misha was speaking with his angelic advisor, Castiel. Castiel had always been good friends with Dean Winchester, and he couldn't exactly pin it down, but he knew that something was off with Dean. Some wasn't quite right.

Unfortunately, Misha wouldn't listen to Castiel. He was so happy with his manservant's work that he didn't want to risk losing such a valuable employee. So Cas was on his own. And he turned to his sister, Anna for help. Having just demolished Metatron, Anna was in a good mood and gladly agreed to help Cas figure out what was wrong with Dean. It didn't take long for the duo to figure out that Dean was not actually Dean; the real Dean was still back in the USA. So Castiel brought Dean over to the royal palace to prove to Misha that the Dean he had hired was not, in fact, Dean. Crowley, as a result, had no choice but to flee. He dropped the disguise and escaped to Siberia, where he met a Potion's Master named Severus Snape. The two fell in love, and soon were married.

The real Dean, on the other hand, started working for Misha. His brother Sam took over hunting and Dean officially became Misha's manservant.


Jack and Irene had been going steady for months, but one day, everything just fell down. They had a huge fight, which ended with Jack leaving the house they had moved into together. His cousin was the Master, so Jack went to go stay at the royal palace. That's where he met Misha.

Jack was still bitter over the ending of his relationship with Irene, and he wanted to get back at her somehow. So he asked Misha out on a date.

Around the same time, Castiel and Dean were also having problems. Cas wanted Dean to notice him, not just see him, but Dean thought that Cas wasn't interested in him. As can be imagined, this was all a rather unpleasant ordeal.

Jack, being the perceptive person he was, noticed what was going on, and devised a plan to help the struggling lovebirds. His plan was to make Dean jealous of Cas, so that the two would realize the feelings they had for each other. In order to accomplish this scheme, Jack asked Cas to join him and Misha on their date.

At first Cas declined, but then Jack explained his plan to Cas, and the angel immediately agreed.

The plan of course worked, but not the way Jack had envisioned. Dean was so jealous that he teamed up with Britain's consulting criminal, James Moriarty in a plan to assassinate Jack. Dean couldn't exactly kill Misha too, him being one of the rulers of the world and all.

Jim and Dean hatched a brilliant plan, and it went down smoothly. The only problem was that Jack never stayed dead. He always came back. You could chop him up into a billion pieces and the next day he'd be alive and well. The reason behind that was Rose. The dumb blonde had once brought Jack back to life, but she had also accidentally made Jack a fixed point in time, and therefore being unable to die.

Dean gave up on the plan, and instead started hanging around Gabe, who was still pretending to be Janine. It seemed that Janine was actually Moriarty's sister, so when Moriarty came to the royal palace to scheme with Dean, Janine had come along too. Even though Moriarty had already left the royal palace after Dean and him had discovered Jack's inability to stay dead, Janine stayed behind. This was of course because Gabe had known Dean before God had told him to go into hiding, and honestly, had always thought Dean was pretty decent company. Gabe also wanted to help out his little brother, Cas, get together with Dean. He knew all about their tragic love story.

Gabe tried every trick in the book to hook Dean up with Cas, but each time he failed. The only thing he had achieved, somehow, was to have Dean fall madly in love with him. Dean actually fell in love with Janine, he wasn't aware that Janine was actually Gabriel. So Gabe had no choice but to reveal whom he truly was to Dean. The ex-hunter was surprised to say the least. Janine being Gabe was so unexpected, that it hadn't even crossed his mind as a possibility.

Gabe though, was becoming frustrated. Nothing was working. Nothing at all. Every time he tried to get Cas and Dean together, it failed miserably. Gabe decided to make one last desperate attempt, and he cast a love spell on Dean. The first person Dean laid eyes on, he would immediately profess his love for. This would have worked, if Castiel had been the first person Dean saw. Instead, it was Misha. What was even worse was that Cas was in the room at the time that Dean wrongly professed his love for Misha. Gabe had never facepalmed harder in his life. It seemed like Cas and Dean just weren't meant to be.

With a snap of his fingers, Gabe undid the spell, leaving behind a very confused Dean, a flattered Misha, and a furious Castiel. Needless to say, nothing good came out of it.

Cas and Dean started fighting like they had never fought before. Gabe tried to physically separate them, but with no avail. Within seconds they were at each other's throats. Just when it seemed like they were on the verge of killing each other, the doors slammed open and in walked the Doctor. He took one look at Cas and Dean before he shaked his head sadly.

"You two love each other. Why do you fight like that? I've made mistakes in life, so many of them, so trust me when I say hold onto those you love and never let go. Don't fight with them. It's not worth it."

Right after the Doctor finished his beautiful speech, he promptly collapsed and died for reasons unknown.