"Wait a minute," Dean stopped Ash as the were leaving Frank's office, "You're telling me that you and Pamela are leading an army of souls against Metatron?"
"That's right, bud," said Ash.
"So... Where's the party?" Dean asked, looking around. Only the two of them were in the Roadhouse.
"Dean, my heaven ain't big enough to host an army."
"Try my place." The boys turned to see Pamela emerge from the backroom.
"Your heaven?" Dean echoed.
"Yeah," she slunk up beside the hunter and pat his shoulder, "I've got the Meadowlands, remember?"
"So you turned your heaven-"
"Into a military base?" she finished, "Yeah. I didn't want to, but hey, everyone's gotta do their part in fighting the good fight."
"Hold on-" interrupted the hunter, turning back to Ash, "How did you learn about Metatron? How do you even know who he is?"
"...Remember the Holy-Rollin' Police Scanner?"
"Uh– yeah," Dean shook his head, which contrasted his response.
"Well, when the angels fell... I heard it." Ash was looking squarely into Dean's eyes now. "The scanner went berserk. Angels were screaming left and right. I thought my ears were gonna start bleedin'. Scanner exploded from overfeed, but before it did—I heard him."
"You heard Metatron?"
"He was laughing, Dean. 'You'll thank me in due time,' he said, 'Somebody has to fix our home, and I'll the be the one to do it'."
"Yeah, his "renovations" leveled Ash's heaven," bit Pamela as she folded her arms. Dean looked around. The Roadhouse seemed perfectly fine. "... The angels fixed it," she added, "But you should have seen it, Dean, it looked like a earthquake tore through here."
"And my crib wasn't the only heaven that suffered from the aftershock," said Ash, "Metatron was ripping Heaven apart. He was emtrying /emto reconstruct it."
"Yeah, looks like he did a hell of a job," said Dean, as he eyes traced along the ceiling. "...So let me guess. Your soldiers would be the souls of heavens that were disrupted by Metatron's project."
"And more," said Pamela. "We've got workers in the field as we speak, trying to convert people, get 'em on our side."
"Convert people?" This was starting to sound too cult-ish for Dean's pallet.
"It ain't easy, Dean," Ash spoke up, "Trying to convince people that "God" is really a malevolent angel." The hunter needed a quick moment to let that sink in.
"They think he's God?"
"Well why wouldn't they?" said Pamela, "It's not like we had any rock-solid proof to coerce them. Metatron's playing God, and he's doing a damn good job convincing people of that. Nobody's ever even seen Metatron. But even if we could show his face to people, how does that help us convince anyone he's evil? It's exactly like trying to convince people of faith that their God isn't real."
"What about the destroyed heavens?"
"That still wasn't enough evidence," Pamela told Dean, dismayed.
"Not enough evidence? How the hell was that not enough evidence?" he challenged, "Just shove their faces in it, and they'd have seen that something was screwy."
"Believe me, Dean, we tried," Pamela responded harshly, "But some people are so set in their ways that they refuse to see reason when it's right in front of them."
Everyone was quiet for a minute.
"...Well, not that it'll help, but I've seen Metatron, and he's as ugly as ugly gets," Dean said, in an attempt to reconcile.
"Good to know," Pamela replied.
Actually, I did start writing another fiction here which explores in greater detail Ash and Pamela's side of this story, which starts with the angels falling and how Heaven was affected by The Fall. It's unfinished, unfortunately, but if you're interested in reading it, check out my story: "Campaign For Heaven".
Thank you for reading if you've made it this far! Reviews and all such feedback are appreciated!
