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Gabriel walked down the corridor of heaven's jail having left Hannah by the door on guard to make sure that no one else came down here while he was there. He looked at the white walls, it seemed no matter how pure god made you every species needed somewhere to store their bad apples. Speaking of which, he had reached Metatron's cell.
"Well hello Gabriel. It's been a while." Metatron said with a knowing smile on his face.
"Metatron. Eons at least." Gabriel replied amicability leaning against the bars.
"Well you are looking well." Metatron said after taking a good look at the archangel.
"Yeah. You? Not so much." Gabriel replied with a smirk.
"Get me out of this cell and I would look much better." Was Metatron's response, just on the right side of a demand. He was stupid enough to make demands of an archangel, but this one was always the weakest. All he had to do was find the right motivation to get him back on to his side.
"You and I both know that's never gonna happen Metatron." Gabriel replied seriously.
"Shame. We used to be such good friends you and I." Metatron said in a mournful voice as if he was wishing back the days gone by.
"That's one word for it. Not sure it's the one I would use but it's definitely a word." Was Gabriel's flippant reply. He was not going to let Metatron use him. Not again.
"Oh Gabriel, how you wound me. We were besties for a long time." Metatron replied, hoping to play on his brother's weakness of needing to find someone who could remind him of home while he stayed away.
"Until you involved me in this mad scheme of yours." Gabriel said, anger starting to colour the edge of his voice as he crossed his arms.
"But the plan worked Gabriel. Castiel raised an army against me, just as I wished him too. And then he lost it all for the eldest Winchester. He always was his Achilles heel." Metatron replied with a shrug, completely unrepentant for all he had done.
"Yeah well you lost anyway. And I must say I'm glad. You really did shit at running heaven, you know that?" Gabriel asked conversationally. He was not here to argue with this angel. He was here to get answers. And he would, one way or another. He just hoped it didn't come to the 'another'.
"What you think you could do any better?" Metatron challenged, hoping to get Gabriel's back up. If he wasn't thinking clearly he might just make a mistake that he could take advantage of.
"No. I prefer to play a pagan god rather than dad. At least there's more than one of them." Gabriel replied with a shrug. He was well aware that he was not cut out for leading anything, let alone heaven.
"Ah yes. Loki. Has he been coming out to play while I've been up here starved of intellectual company?" Metatron asked with a sneer. How lowly, an archangel playing the part of a pagan god. They were so much more.
"No actually, I've been playing cupid." Gabriel replied joyfully.
"Oh please, what possible reason could you have for doing that?" Metatron asked sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
"Cleaning up your mess." Gabriel's tone flipped from joyful mystery to deadly serious in a spilt second and even Metatron could hear the power that resonated behind it. But he would not be scared of Gabriel. No sir-ery, not him.
"Oh, in what way?" He asked making sure his voice was casual in tone.
"You killed Dean Winchester. And in doing so unleashed the full force of the mark of Cain on the world." Gabriel's voice reverberated around the cell making Metatron to gulp as Gabriel seemed to grow in front of him. But just as soon as it came it had gone and Gabriel once again the same old Gabriel that Metatron knew. "Not the best of plans in my mind." He finished with.
"So have little Cassie and Dean finally realised their love for each other? Now that is a story I would like to hear I believe." Metatron asked smirking at the archangel. Gabriel wasn't going to do anything to him. It wasn't his style, so Metatron might as well enjoy himself at the other angel's expense.
"And I'll tell it to you Metatron, for a price." Gabriel replied with a smirk of his own.
"What price?" Metatron asked in indifference. He wouldn't give Gabriel anything.
"Where's the spell located?" Gabriel asked neutrally.
"I think that's worth a little more than the story of Castiel and Dean don't you?" Metatron asked in a cajoling voice, hoping to get Gabriel to agree to his terms as he would Castiel.
"How much?" Gabriel asked as if they were discussing the weather. Not that he had any intention of giving Metatron anything, but it was always useful to know what it was that your enemy wanted.
"Get me out of here and I'll tell you." Metatron said sweetly.
"I could do that," Gabriel said in a tone that suggested he was considering it before turning to Metatron and looking at him with stone cold eyes and continuing evenly. "Or I could torture you a thousand ways to Sunday instead. At present I'm more inclined to go with the second option."
"Well, well, the times have changed. Gabriel threating torture, and here I was thinking that you disliked such crass methods of getting what you wanted." Metatron replied snarkily at the archangel in front of him. There was no finesse with torture.
"I never said anything about the torture being physical Metatron. You forget that I have spent the last millennia being a pagan god. I have learnt many ways to get people to do as I wish without getting my hands dirty at all." Gabriel replied with a cruel, cold smile on his lips. He was the trickster and he dealt people there just deserts. He couldn't think of anyone who deserved them more than the angel in front of him.
"I will tell you nothing." Metatron shouted out defiantly sitting up straight and putting a 'defiant to the last man' hero expression on his face.
"Very well. Don't say I didn't warn you." and with that Gabriel raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the last thing Metatron saw was the smirk and steely glint of the archangels eyes before darkness descended upon him.