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Once the foggy mixture settles, they see that the scenery around them has changed. They are no longer at the small park, instead they face a long, bare corridor. It is painted with bright hues of white, light grey, and lights from an unknown source. The lights somehow make the pale colors increasingly brighter, but tolerable. Lining the hallway is a multitude of doors, each one inscribed with at least one name and two dates.
"So.. this is heaven?" Dean asks.
"Yes." Gadreel says, hurrying the hunters along wordlessly. "We need to hurry, we probably don't have much time before-"
Suddenly an angel appears straight in their path, then another, and another.
"Going somewhere brother?" The angel in front asks, assuming battle stance.
"Please, we do not ask for trouble." Gadreel concedes, raising his hands defensively.
"I assume you do, bringing these filthy humans here." The angel says.
"Wow, rude." Dean says.
"Who are you? I do not recognize you." The angel says, dismissing Dean's comment.
"Never mind that right now, there seem to be more pressing things at stake." Gadreel says.
"The only thing here that is pressing, is you." The angel says.
"I beg to differ." Bobby adds.
"No one asked you, mortal. Silence." One of the other angels says.
Bobby deadpans but remains quiet for the sake of moving past the angel barricade.
"Where is our Father? I must see him immediately." Gadreel says.
"Haven't you been paying attention? He is long gone. He doesn't care for us anymore." The angel in front says.
"That is not true, he never left." Gadreel says.
"Not to crash your little parade, but he has. But not to worry, because someone else has stepped in." The angel says.
"Well that explains everything." Dean mutters.
"That may be so, but there's still something wrong. I need to see our Father, now." Gadreel says.
"Something wrong? Brother, everything is right! The savior who has stepped in, promises to fulfill all the things our Father never did." One of the other angels says.
"I wouldn't be too sure." Dean says.
"What would you know? You impotent little gnat." The other angel says.
"We cracked open your buddy's brain here, and know some things you may not know. If you don't believe me, by all means, crack it open yourself. Of course, if you can. We're not here to destroy your sanctuary or whatever." Dean says.
"As if." Another angel says.
"You don't need Him, we don't need Him. We can show you something better. Come, my brother, abandon these apes and join us." The other angel says, extending a hand.
"Only if you allow them-" Gadreel gestures to Dean and Bobby "-to come with me. I can assure you, that they mean no harm unless if provoked to do so." He says.
"As it is, humans are not permitted on the premises unless if they have moved onto their personal heavens." The angel says.
"He might be asking, but we aren't." Dean says, sliding out his angel blade.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" A voice says from around the corner.
A short, stocky man emerges from an adjacent hallway, empty handed and unreadable. Despite his thinning hair, his head appears full, like a cheap, stale knockoff of Will Ferrell. Unlike the angels, he wears a soft brown cardigan on top of a pale blue dress shirt. As he enters the scene unfolding, all eyes are drawn to his existence.
"Sir, I am so sorry we have disturbed you." The angel in front apologizes frantically. "We didn't mean to distract you from your work, we were just escorting everyone to their proper places."
"Nonsense, there will be no need. These two hunters will be a perfect addition to my plans, they may enter." The man says as he places a hand on the angel's shoulder. "As for Gadreel over there.."
With a flick of his hand, Gadreel completely disappears into thin air. The room stills momentarily with tension. Dean grips tightly onto the hilt of his blade, preparing for a fight.
"You two can follow me, the rest of you, disperse to your previous positions. I can take it from here." The man says.
Gadreel holds his aching head as he forces himself off of the Earth. The world spins viciously around him as he tries to gather the scene in front of him. The friendly demon from before had been thrown onto the ground as if she were the filth she was supposed to be. Gadreel had begun to grow an affinity for her; a shame she had to waste away. Just like he likely would be about to.
He stiffens at the sound of his siblings approaching behind him.
"We have been waiting for you, brother."
The man leads Dean and Bobby into a dark, empty, brick-walled room. He stands in front of one of the walls while the two hunters stand rigidly a few feet away from him.
"Dean Winchester. The least likely person I'd expect to come charging in here. Without his lumbering sidekick as well." The man says.
"Let's cut the monologue crap, okay? We're not here for small talk." Dean says.
The man sighs exasperatedly "You never were the sharing and caring type."
"Where is God?" Dean asks.
"That is a good question. One I have been wondering for many years." The man says.
"I'm not here to play your games." Dean says.
"And I'm not playing any." The man says. "If I wanted to play games, you would be running around like headless chickens right about now."
"You don't think that's what we've been doing this whole time?" Bobby asks, his voice rising with anger.
"I mean, I haven't been watching you, so I really don't know nor care. Do you really think I'm stepping up God's plans for you?" The man says with a chuckle.
"And what is 'stepping up' supposed to mean?" Dean asks.
"I was just about to explain. Sit." The man says.
As if they have a choice, Dean and Bobby are suddenly frozen into place by an invisible force once again.
"And I also want these traitors to be reminded of what their 'precious beings' have done to our Father's wondrous creation." The man says, slightly louder.
Metal bars ascend from the floor as if it were a liquid, until a row of cells fills an empty wall. Inside each are dozens of angels, most of them familiar from months before. In the dead center, Castiel. Dean and Bobby instantly lock eyes with him.
"And what about all of the terrible things we have done to our Father's creations?" Castiel asks.
"Ours had purposes, righteous purposes." The man says.
"You call this righteous?" Hannah asks.
"When you will see the final result, maybe you'll change your mind. Well, you probably won't see it anyway." The man says.
The man turns back to face Dean and Bobby, ignoring the angels glaring at his backside. With the wave of his hand, the scenery around them changes to a leafy landscape. A nude couple wanders aimlessly through the shrubbery until multiple disembodied whispers stop them in their tracks.
"Eat the forbidden fruit."
Snakes slither out from behind a tree in front of them, and swarm the couple, who seem unalarmed. The woman glances at her significant other before picking a gleaming apple from the tree. She takes a large bite to satisfy her famished mind; she soaks it in wordlessly. Her significant other gently takes the apple from her grasp and takes a bite without hesitation.
"Adam and Eve?" Bobby asks.
"The first original sin." The man in the cardigan states.
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean deadpans.
"You were doomed and flawed from the start. You gave into temptation, even though you were specifically ordered not to do so." The man says.
"But you know what's different?" Castiel asks, standing up from his cell bench. "Humans are brave enough to question and venture. You, and your followers, are bound; sheep."
"No, Castiel. If humans were smart enough, they would realize that orders are meant to be followed for a reason." The man says.
"They are a growing species, they learn from evolution. That's the power of free will, which is what our Father wanted for them. You and your kind don't learn, as we always go through the same battles and consequences. You are stagnant." Inias says.
"Unlike the others, Inias, I have learned. This time, for a fact, I know exactly what needs to be done and how my plans will not be foiled." The man says with a cheeky grin.
"Yeah, we'll see about that." Bobby says.
"I'm not wishing you any luck to try and stop me, it's not like you'll need it anyway. Anyway, back to your worst hits tour." The man says.
The scene around them warps to a dry cotton field, filled with laboring slaves. Their heavy clothing is dripping with sweat as they continuously pick seed after seed. Luring over them are numerous white men dressed in higher class dress shirts and overalls. Each of them hold a long whip.
"The American civil war. The war that literally tore a country in half. Mind you, this is one of many throughout the globe. You turned on your own species, segregated yourselves because you were 'different'. Seeing the scene itself, do I need to mention more?" The stocky man says, gesturing behind him.
The crack of a whip hitting flesh quickly grabs Bobby and Dean's attention. One of the slaves is bent over in excruciating pain as an overseer stands over him expectantly.
"Don't make me say it again, you piece of garbage. No breaks. Get your ass moving!" The overseer says.
The scene switches to a dimly lit underground coal mine. In the small confined area are groups of working miners, covered in coal and dirt fragments. Moving beams of light project from each of their hard hats as they work.
"Global Warming and the destruction of our Father's creations, plural." The man says.
The scene shifts again, this time to the gates before Auschwitz I.
"More death and segregation of your own kind."
They transport to a bloodied battlefield across a desecrated Iraqi city.
"War, more death, segregation."
The man snaps his fingers and they are all instantly back in the dark brick room they had started in. The room is silent with no change in attitude.
"Must I say more?" He says, clasping his hands together.
"Oh please, go on." Dean says sarcastically.
The man chuckles. "You know, I kind of like you. It's a shame you don't see what we see."
"Oh I see it, I see all of it. I see all of the crap our species has done and still does, but it doesn't mean you're any better than us." Dean says.
"Oh, I believe it does. We are God's chosen." The man says.
"The way you locked up your own kind over here? It's the same thing we did and still do. So you're wrong, sorry to tell you." Bobby says.
"I see what you're getting at, but you're actually wrong. God's chosen cannot be flawed, they must be ideal. These runts are, what they are." The man says. "I'm not really sure why I'm arguing with you, it's pointless. Although at least you have some more hindsight."
The man silently disappears momentarily and returns with an unconscious Sam in his stubby arms. He grunts and tosses his limp body to the floor.
"What the hell?!" Bobby exclaims, trying with all of his might to move his frozen body.
"Don't you dare, make another move on him you son of a bitch." Dean growls.
"Oh, don't worry, he doesn't feel a thing anyway. He won't and neither will you once I'm done."
"If you so lay a hand on them, I will make sure you will never walk again." Castiel says, gripping his cell bars tightly.
"A threat you will never deliver, because it will be the same for you and your pack." The man says.
"Like we won't put up a fight?" Another angel says.
"You won't even have the chance." The man says. "Now to initiate phase two."
He closes his eyes and concentrates for a brief moment before expectantly opening them again. He furrows his brows at his audience in front of him.
"Oh, that's right. You terrestrial monkeys can't hear a thing that's going on. Let me amp up the volume." The man says.
Suddenly the room is filled with a mixture of sounds signifying agonizing pain, causing Dean and Bobby to feel sick to their stomachs. They look up to the angels to see their faces had been painted in horror and shock. Several embrace one another while others frantically try to find a way out of the containment cells.
"Our Father had a plan, you monster!" Hannah says, human tears filling to the brim.
"As if. If he did, the world wouldn't be the way it was." The man says, turning to the three hunters, who had just crumpled to the floor in excruciating pain. "What you and your entire species is feeling right now, is all of the effects you did to the Earth, just sped up a bit. I also added a little extra special something for you three, since you only make the planet ten times worse, just by existing."
Dean and Bobby clutch their throats as the room boils and depletes of oxygen. As they grasp for whatever life is remaining, they turn to each other and then to Sam. Despite being completely unconscious, Sam is writhing and choking on the same air Dean and Bobby are breathing. They both uselessly try to move to Sam, but are still restrained by an invisible grip. Dean whines audibly as he struggles. The man chuckles before turning back to the caged angels.
"Who's better now?" He asks.
Suddenly the room violently shakes and becomes unbearably bright. Dean and Bobby cover their ears as a high pitched ringing slowly increases in volume. The angels and the short man widen their eyes as they stare straight into the source of the light. As everything in the room returns back to its original state, Bobby and Dean open their eyes.
"...Chuck?"
"Metatron, we need to talk."