Never Believe Anything You See On TV

A/N: Hey! Another update! Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter! It also got me thinking that I should have explained something. Leahelisabeth mentioned that Metatron wasn't a real angel, and thought it was an OC. But he actually is a real angel, so if you want to know a little bit about him, you could read the small description I did under this, if you don't, you don't have to read it.

METATRON:

I know, his name sounds like a transformer, yes? That's what I thought when I first
found out about him. His name isn't known in a lot of scriptures. Metatron is the name
of an angel in Judaism, but he turns up sometimes in Christianity, and I think Islam.
He isn't in a lot of scriptures, but he is mentioned in the Talmud. In Rabbinic traditions
Metatron is the Highest Arch Angel, the one who occupies the throne next to The
Divine Throne of God. He serves as a scribe, and is charged with the, I guess,
nourishment and strength to mankind. When Kat said that he was know to be the
link between the human and the divine, it was actually true. At least, in some beliefs.
Like God, Metatron has hundreds of names. Some that I know from the top of my head are
Yofiel, and Jael. He even has names in different languages, including Egyptian. If you want
to know a little bit more about him, he even has his own Wikipedia page (: On a further note
There's even a movie with him called Dogma; he's played by Alan Rickman haha.

Also, another fun fact, if you were born on a Thursday, then Metatron would be your Guardian Angel.
I'll put a link in my profile to one of the sources I first looked at when I was interested in his story.

If I do end up making another OC character that's based on a beastie, or demon, or angel, I would've mentioned it at the end of the chapter, just fyi (:


Hey there, Sammy

The day went slowly. Sun up went to sun down, Bobby, Dean and James remained mostly quiet, only speaking when they found something. Sam and Katherine never returned, so they all figured that they were still at the church. What they didn't know is that Sam was the only one at the church, Katherine wandered through the town and found an Irish Pub and found a group of Whiskey friends.

Finally after the silence got to them, Bobby began to speak. Dean didn't leave his eyes off of the table, but James looked over to the older man sitting at his right. "I never woulda guessed your dad was right..."

" 'Bout what?" Dean asked, eyes down-set, and his voice hard yet soft as if he was whispering.

"Your brother....What John said," Bobby finally said it, now Dean was looking at him. James narrowed his eyes at the older hunter, still suspicious. "We either save Sam or kill him. Maybe...."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him."

"Bobby," Dean shook his head disagreeing. James leaned back on his chair. He wanted to say something so badly, but didn't want to stir an argument.

"Dean, you and I weren't enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying...Your dad was right."

James looked at Dean for a reaction. But instead of outrage, it looked as if he had a revelation. "Dad...." He shot up from his seat and went over to his ruck sack and dug into it until he pulled out a slip of paper. "Here..." A smile widened on his lips, causing Bobby and James to stand up and walk over. "I don't believe it..."

"What is it?" James and Bobby ask at the same time.

"It's a card, with the address of my father's lock up in New York," he gave it to Bobby. "Read it."

"Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill...." Both Bobby and James looked up at Dean. "Castle on a hill of 42 dogs," James stated what was on everyone's mind. Dean took the card back from Bobby's hand and looked down at it.

"So you think your dad had the Michael Sword all this time?" James walked around Bobby towards Dean to read the card himself over his shoulder. "I don't know. Not sure what else Chuck coulda meant. Which means your little girlfriend," he looked over at James, "was right."

"Katherine? That's new."

"She said that the message wasn't literal. That it was some kind of code."

Bobby nodded, and looked down in thought, "Yeah... Okay, good enough for me." And then something happened. Something that even James wasn't expecting. Bobby rose his left hand and took a swing at Dean hard, causing him to fly into the air and land on the railing behind him. While Dean was on the floor, in shock of what just happened, James was on Bobby trying to hold him back. But with a sharp elbow to the stomach, James was tossed to the table behind them. Bobby turned towards Dean, walked over his body and picked him up by the scruff of his shirt and then tossed him through a wall. That was when the pupils of the old man's eyes inked his eyes black. The entire time, Bobby was a demon.

James knew something didn't add up.

Bobby approached Dean, picked him up and tried to choke the life out of him. James was unstable, he felt disoriented at the impact his head slammed against the table. The struggling noises made him try to get on his knees, it was then that two people walked through the door. Neither of them Katherine or Sam.

The girl swaggered over towards Dean with a smug little expression, "I always knew you were a big dumb slow dim pain in the ass, Dean," She sauntered over to the side table where the knife was kept. James looked over, hand on the wall to steady him. Who was this chick? It was obviously a demon....but it sounded like she knew him. The only female demon that came to his mind was...Meg! "But I never dreamt you were so VIP." She picked up the knife and pointed at the Winchester. "I mean you're going to ice the Devil? You?" She laughed walking over to him with the knife in his face. "If I had known that I'd rip your pretty pretty face off ages ago," she slid the knife down his cheek slightly.

It was times like these that James hated his fetish for bad girls. Girls that weren't good for him always made him fall to his knees and be submissive. At this moment, Meg was one of them. Especially this actress they chose to be her vessel. But he couldn't just stand behind and watch her skin Dean alive. He had to do something.

"You're gonna have to go through some obstacles, woman," James, head still slightly dizzy, picked up the first weapon he could reach for: a broken piece of wood from the railing. It wouldn't do much, but at least it would distract her for a bit. He landed the stab, right through her hand -- unfortunately the hand that didn't have the knife -- this caused her to laugh and look pathetically at James. Her other Demon friend was pinning him down with his hands behind his back. "You must be new," she bent down at eye level. "Demon Hunting 101. You can't kill a demon with wood, only a super-special blade," she showed him the knife in her hand and then stood up back towards Dean.

"Ruby?" Dean tried to guess.

"Try again. Go back further."

He blinked and looked at her bewilderedly as if he couldn't believe it. "Meg?"

She smiled widely, "Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our Father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again since we were human? It's Heaven on Earth. Or Hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket."

"My God, you really like the sound of your own voice," Dean commented.

"But you, on the other hand," Meg continued ignoring his comment. "You're the only bump in the road. So every demon, every single one is just dying for a piece you."

Dean smirked mockingly, "Get in line"

"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, Baby. That's right," she reached out with the bloodied hand and grabbed his chin, forced her lips onto his and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Dean was clearly resisting, a sour expression on his face the entire time. When she pulled away, he smacked his lips a little as if trying to pin point the taste in his mouth. "What is that, peanut butter?"

"You know you should know your buddy's still awake," she turned to Bobby. "Screaming in there. And I want him to know what it feels like slicing the life out of you," She grabbed Bobby's free hand and placed the knife in his fingers. James struggled against the demon, but his boot sharply went into his back to stop him from moving. "You bitch," James spat. Meg turned to him, her cheeky little smile in place. "You're next, blondie."

Bobby brought the knife to Dean's neck bringing him back to reality. He started to struggle and push off the demon. With his hand blocking the knife to go any further, Bobby slammed Dean's body against the wall as he called out for him, "Bobby!"

The demon turned his black eyes towards Meg, who shouted insistently, "Now!" So the demon tore the knife away and rose it above his head ready to slice and dice Dean's face. Dean put up a hand instinctively, still trying to call out for Bobby. Dean's eyes shut tightly, waiting for the impact of the knife. Instead, the black in Bobby's eyes was swallowed by whites, and Bobby was back in control. He steered the knife away from Dean and into his own gut. The demon inside of him shuddered and sparked, the pain brought Bobby to wobble back and fall to the floor. Once Dean realized what happened, he made a beeline towards Meg and socked her in the face. This surprised the other demon, letting go of James which was a bad choice. James' shoe ended up kicking him on the leg knocking him down. With Meg out of the way, Dean with for the guy, letting James to get onto his feet.

At that moment the door opened and Sam entered. His eyes wandered in the room, but landed on Bobby almost instantly. "No!" He tried to run to him, but his face met with the bottom of the phone. This forced him into the wall.

"Heya, Sammy. Miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you."

Sam looked at the girl wide eyed, and it was already obvious who she was. "Meg?" His response was a giggle, so he went in for a punch, but the demon ducked just in time and then nailed him in the stomach and chin at record speed. All the while James and Dean were getting their asses handed to him by the one demon. James regretted stop going to fitness and weights after college.

The sound of punching and snapping was all over the room. By now Sam was a mess on the floor after a sharp punch to the jaw. Meg took a fist full of hair and made him look at her. "Not so easy without your super special demon powers, huh Sammy?" Another whack to his face, and the fighting continued. Dean got the upper hand and landed a kick at the demon's ankle, causing him to trip over a hunched James behind him. The eldest Winchester took this chance to pull out the knife from Bobby's leg and drive it into his sternum. By now Meg looked up and alerted now that Dean had the dagger, so she began to back up as he approached. When she was cornered, her nose pointed in the air and began screaming as the black smoke shot out from her throat. Then the body slumped to the floor.

* * *

"You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best," Came a voice echoing down the street. "I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left. And these so-called vacations will soon be my death," Kat sang, nearly loosing her footing. She bumped against a fire hydrant and started giggling uncontrollably, "Sorry, sir." She wobbled away and leaned against a lamp post and looked at it, "That was so embarrassing! Is he lookin at me?" No answer. "Fine, bitch. Get outta my face," and so Kat went on towards the hotel.

"I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest, take me home! Something something the train journey North, in the buffet something we lurched back and something. Sam Winchester, you cute piece of shit blew me off," She walked into the lobby and looked at the couple in the hallway. "Hey, hey, buddy," she leaned against the guy and looked at the girl. "I won't tell her that you got herpes from that vegas stripper, kay?" She said in a fail attempt at a whisper when she turned to him. "But thats seriously something you need to tell her. " She giggled then stopped all of a sudden. "Just vomited a little. Swallowed it! False alarm," She pushed passed the girl who gave her a disgusted look. "Hey there, Sammy, what's it like in Vancouver City? I'm a thousand realms away, but dude, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Anna's grace can't shine as bright as you. I swear it's true!" Climbing up the stairs proved difficult, but Kat was an optimistic drunk. She kept on singing and resorted in climbing on her hands and knees. "Hey there, Dean-y Boy, don't you worry about the apocalypse, I'm right there if you get your ass kicked, give this song another listen. Close your eyes, listen to my voice, it's my-- uhh, device? I"M BY YOUR SIIIIIIIDDDDEEEE"

"Ooooooh, it's what you do to me! Oh, it's what you do to me, what you do to meeeee. Hey there Jamesie, I know times are getting weird, but just believe me, girl, someday I'll pull through with this guitar, we'll have it good. We'll have life like Jack and Sally, where we will have Halloween on Christmas, and, and...Wait that doesn't sound right," she paused once she got to her floor. Her face was dead serious for a split second before it broke into a wide smile, "MY WORD IS GOOOOOOOD. HEY THERE DELILAH, IVE GOT SO MUCH LEFT TO SAY, IF EVERY SIMPLE SONG I WROTE TO YOU WAS GAY, WOULD TAKE YOUR BREASTS AWAY, ID WRITE SOME OF IT! 'Cause I'm a lazy asshole and, and.....Wha's going on?" She had opened the door and was met by a bruised up group of boys, and three knocked out, or dead bodies on the floor. One of them was Bobby. "Aww, man. I missed the party?"

* * *

Sam and Dean helped Bobby into the Impala, and James helped Katherine as well. She sat in the front so James and Sam could make sure that Bobby was alright for the ride. Dean's ears suffered the most at the uneven singing of the new female hunter. He made a mental note not to get her drunk and sing karaoke. When they got to the hospital, Sam and Dean carried Bobby into the building. James hoped out the car and made a quick run to the Starbucks that was in the lobby and got a coffee for Kat. It might not sober her up completely, but since the demons knew where the Michael Sword was, he couldn't afford Kat getting killed by accident. At least if she was a bit sober, she would be able to wield a weapon.

While the duo was waiting for the brothers in the back seat, Katherine lolled her head onto James' shoulder. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, taking a sip. "For what? Getting drunk?" She shook her head, "For dragging you into this....." James sighed, placing his cheek on top of her head. "It's fine. Nothing we can do about it now...."

"I swear I'll make it up to you," Katherine blew onto the coffee. "If I get out of this alive, I'll give you the best blow job eeeeevver."

There was some silence after that. The only movement was James shifted his bum around on the seat. "Deal."

Soon after Dean and Sam crawled into the front seats, and they took off down the road after Dean announced that they had to get to John's storage room. There was too much seriousness in this car, and Katherine disapproved. She leaned against the front seat, her chin on top of it, then looked at Dean. "Hey, Dean."

"What?" He asked, his voice rough and moody, but his eyes never left the road.

"Have ya ever watched Dawson's Creek?"


A/N: Hope you like it! It's a bit short, but oh well...At least I updated early, yeah? And the action is starting to come, and we're coming closer to the return of Castiel! I'm surprised that I even got this up early, because I have one of those mucus coughs that makes you feel like crap....yeah. Also, I wanted to warn you that I might not be able to update in the next few days until sunday, or maybe monday. I've got a lotta stuff to do for the next few days. So don't think I abandoned the story. I'll be back. REVIEW! Happy Readings.