A/N: I'm back again with another installment. I'm sorry it's been so long. College makes things hard to keep up with. It's my fault for making more than one story happen at a time. I didn't meet my deadline on this story before the premiere, but I'm keeping it up in case the season 10 saga sucks! I hope it won't. Here's a new chapter. I realize that Season 10 is not the last season, but I'm still treating it like it is in this story.
Chapter 14
Dean felt a sudden rush of cold air as he and Castiel fell deeper into the darkness. He felt the chills run up his spine and engulf it, like they were a disembodied hand reaching out to strangle the inside of him. He could only imagine if Castiel was feeling the same thing. It was endless falling, endless and tiresome. Dean didn't let go though, he didn't loosen his grip on the angel. Dean heard voices, he heard souls' voices calling out to them, but he was helpless to answer them in any way. Finally the darkness started letting up and Dean saw light in sight beneath him and Castiel. The coldness started fading and suddenly Dean hit solid ground in a heap, Castiel was tossed beside him and he laid on his side, face in the dirt.
"Why did you do that…?" Castiel croaked out, sitting up and practically glaring at Dean.
"You'd have done the same damn thing," Dean grunted and tried to get up, he grabbed at his leg though and hissed in pain. "You happen to remember purgatory or no?"
Castiel didn't say anything; he only gathered his bearings instead and fixed his trench coat. Dean groaned as he looked down at his mangled leg. He'd cut it up in the fall, but judging by the way he'd landed it was probably broken too.
"Before you even ask," Castiel said. "No, I can't heal you. Not here."
"Just my luck," Dean shifted in the dirt, digging his fingers into so much that dirt made its way up and underneath his fingernails and his hands were one with it. He attempted to push himself upright. He managed to balance on one leg, not putting weight on the other. "I guess the more important question is where in hell we are?"
Castiel and Dean both looked around. There was nothing, but barren dirt. The occasional little black weed looking plant poked out of the earth. It appeared as though they were in some kind of endless cave. The walls crept upwards to nowhere; there was no ceiling per se in sight, just darkness with no end. Dean reached around to his back pocket and checking to see if his rifle survived the fall, luckily it had because he figured he'd need it wherever they had landed. He felt along the grooves of the trigger, it reassured him and gave him comfort whenever he was hunting. Castiel sighed and looked behind him and to the sides of him at the endless cavern pathways that looked as though they too led to nowhere.
"This is deeper than the Realms." Castiel commented.
"Excuse me," Dean replied. "But what?"
"There are six Realms in Hell," Castiel explained. "Just as there are seven in Heaven. They guard the deeper depths of Hell where the souls of the damned are trapped. Where the prisoners of Hell and Heaven are kept. They are above us. We are, unfortunately, in the deepest parts of Hell Dean."
"Great," Dean replied, his voice lowering like it did when he was mad. "That's just great. Thanks a lot Metadouche!"
When Dean screamed the walls of Hell shook a little. They were very old and sort of brittle even for dirt. Castiel made the conclusion that no one had walked the paths since long before Dean and he landed in the part they were in. Castiel tried to pinpoint some of the voices. Gangsters, mobsters, rapists, murderers, demons, even fallen angels.
"Were near Lucifer's cage," Castiel explained. "It is that way along with the torture chambers of the souls of the damned. We'd be best off if we went left."
"Yeah I have firsthand experience with the torture chambers and I'd rather not go back thank you," Dean struggled to walk, limping and stumbling a lot. "I take it this is where I was chained down the first time I went down here?"
"The exact place," Castiel replied. "We won't be going there Dean. I have no desire to either."
Dean limped over to the wall and leaned against it. His forehead glistened with sweat from the pain and humidity from the neighboring areas of the deepest part of Hell. It still wasn't registering in Dean's head that he was in Hell once again. He'd always thought his life would end like this, stuck in Hell once again.
"You're not going to die Dean." Castiel said as calmly as he could muster.
"So you can read my mind," Dean asked. "But you can't heal me?"
"I never said I was totally powerless." Castiel commented.
"Only where it counts." Dean grumbled again and Castiel gave him an annoyed look. The angel was in pain and rather annoyed with his friend's lack of faith that he'd somehow manage to get both him and Dean out of there. If only he could figure out how?
"I need to find something for my leg then," Dean spoke up, breaking Castiel's train of thought. "I say we try this way. Somehow it seems the least threatening."
Dean sarcastically chuckled at the thought and as he limped away into the impending darkness Castiel followed close behind, leaving where they had been barren and ghostly empty once again.
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Yelling and protests were heard from way below Heaven's top Realm as the two angels that had been sent to capture Metatron dragged their catch to the Angel Council. Angels, Archangels, and Angelhounds all gathered, forming lines around the pathway to protest and scream their obscenities at the traitor. Seraphim grumbled and gave looks of disgrace at Metatron, Angelhounds growled and snapped at his heels, but were quickly dismissed by their masters. Metatron put up a bit of a fight, but not quite enough to break free. The "Big House" as it was called among Heaven's residents was just ahead. Angels yelled.
"Kill the traitor!"
"Burn him in holy oil!"
"Throw him into Hell!"
"Kill the traitor!"
"Kill the traitor!"
"Kill the traitor!"
Soon their voices became a mish mash of sounds and garbles mixed with Angelhound growls and yips. Before Metatron could begin to distinguish who was saying what again the doors to the Big House shut behind him, leaving him separated from those who hated him.
"Oh c'mon," Metatron smirked. "You're just gonna leave my fan club out there waiting for me?"
The angels didn't reply. They simply kept walking, dragging him along with them. They walked silently through the hallway that was painted and bathed in gold. On the walls were portraits of Heaven's most famous archangels and various Heavenly Realms. There was the occasional mirror and the ceiling was high with golden chandelier lights hanging from it. The floors were polished white marble and long ornate rugs were placed over them leading down the hallways to the various rooms. The room at the end of the hall was guarded by a wooden double door and had a plaque hanging above it, inscribed in Enochian was: "United We Stand, United We Shall Stay", the motto of the Distinguished Angel Council. The two Warrior angels pushed open the double doors and inside sat the whole council, prepared for what was to come. The Warrior angels brought Metatron forward, Donathan nodded at them and they bowed their heads to him respectably before departing, closing the doors behind them.
"So," Donathan's voice boomed in the small room. "You thought you were being clever didn't you? Asking a guard for a piece of paper and writing your way out?"
"He was stupid enough to give it to me wasn't he?" Metatron replied.
"That's beside the point," Donathan yelled, the other council members jumped a little, they were also a bit put off at Donathan's lack of defense in one of his own, but they hadn't expect any different from him. "The point is you can't even begin to fathom how much trouble you're in."
Donathan left his seat on the Council and approached Metatron. Metatron had the option of fleeing right now, but he cuffed and he wanted to hear what Donathan had to say to him this time.
"You're a character you know that Donathan?" Metatron chuckled.
"Stop making this about anyone but you," Donathan raised his voice. "You pig! You're worse than Lucifer!"
Everyone swallowed hard. That was the lowest blow ever, they were shocked Donathan had even used Heaven's most hated as an example, but then again everyone was terrified of the power the tyrant angel had succeeded in achieving over the millennia he had taken over as Council leader and thus didn't speak out against him.
"Watch it now," Metatron replied. "Lucifer went against dear old Dad and all of humanity and his siblings. I just wrote a story."
"I don't see how locking all your fellow angels out of their home," Donathan begun to list everything Metatron had done. "Forcing us to be human, forcing us to live a life that made us turn against each other and rebel against everything we've ever stood for, and making yourself a new self proclaimed God is any different?"
"Easy," Metatron said. "Because I was better at it."
Donathan growled and grabbed Metatron by his collar, almost lifting him off of the ground. Cathalsis tried to say something in protest against his actions, but Donathan didn't hear him or rather he chose to ignore him. Donathan's eyes bore into Metatron's and he raised his fist at him.
"You wouldn't hit a prisoner that's not very angelic of you Donathan," Metatron smirked again. "C'mon look at me. Do I look like a monster to you?"
Donathan paused a moment and begrudgingly lowered his fist. He pushed Metatron away and faced the Council, before turning back around.
"We hear pray tell that you have cast The Righteous Man and Castiel down into Hell," Donathan said. "Where have you sent them?"
"Somewhere," Metatron replied. "Where you'll never find them and Father help us they won't get out."
"I've heard enough," Donathan announced. "Take him away!"
The two Warrior angels, as if hearing his command, walked through the double doors once again and grabbed each of Metatron's arms.
"Take him to the maximum security prison cells," Donathan ordered, a fire burned in his eyes every time he gave the order for someone to go to Heaven's jail, it was like he got off on it. "The ones where he's guaranteed not to escape and watch him yourselves. Don't give him anything, but food when it's time. We won't have this happening again."
The Warrior angels nodded and dragged Metatron away. His fiery eyes met Donathan's equally as fiery ones and the doors closed behind them. The Council descended from their positions and started to disperse. Cathalsis approached Donathan, Ezra nervously and close behind him. Donathan turned to face them, an annoyed look in his eyes.
"What of Castiel and the Winchester," Cathalsis asked. "Are they not under Heaven's watch?"
"Aren't you going to try and save them?" Ezra piped up, utterly terrified of Donathan and always questioning why he'd decided to join the Council that Donathan led in the first place.
"Don't ask stupid questions," Donathan directed that response towards Ezra who slinked away from him and slightly behind Cathalsis. "They are in Hell. They are not our problem anymore. Besides the angel Castiel has caused enough trouble due to this Winchester boy. If they survive, good for them. If they don't, however; I consider it their just desserts."
Ezra looked worried. Cathalsis shook his head in disgust and Donathan turned tail and left the two standing in the center of the Council room.
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Sam cursed and stomped around the bunker, hoping this was some kind of dream. His brother and his best friend were in Hell, again! Sam pounded his fist on the dining room table and let out a cry of frustration. He had received a call, a phone call that Dean was in trouble. If only he'd have gotten there fast enough, Sam cursed himself this time. He should've gotten there faster.
"Metatron was the one who called you," Titan came up beside the younger Winchester. "He sent the fake phone call that Dean was in trouble to get you here. He wanted you to see what he'd done. He hadn't planned on the angels showing up."
"Thanks Titan," Sam grumbled. "But somehow I don't feel any better."
"He tricked you Sam," Titan barked and came closer. "That's the point I'm making here. You were tricked. How were you to know it wasn't real? You can't blame yourself for this. Dean made the choice to jump. He made that choice alone. Now all we can focus on is getting them home."
Sam looked over at the Angelhound. Titan was right. He was absolutely right. Sam could do this, he could get Dean and Castiel home, even if it meant calling on every demon, angel, creature, and hunter he knew in the world. He would do it. He'd do anything to get his brother back, even if it was in fact his brother's own mess. Titan sat by Sam's side and nuzzled his hand. Sam contemplated his next move.
Reviews are appreciated!
So Dean and Castiel have fallen into the deepest part of Hell.
What dangers lie ahead for them?
And what will Heaven do about Metatron and will they do anything to save Dean and Cas?
What will Sam do?
More to come!