Meta Fiction Part 2

In the abandoned factory, Sam, Dean, and Angela had Gadreel tied up to a chair.

"If this is like looking into a fun-house mirror for me, I cannot imagine what it is like for you." Gadreel smirked at Sam.

"How long have you been working for Metatron?" Sam demanded angrily, barely controlling his rage.

"I will not talk, and you cannot make me." Gadreel glared.

"Yeah?" Sam raised his brows.

"I have been you, Sam Winchester. Your insides reek of shame and weakness." The angel taunted.

Sam jumped forward and punched Gadreel square in the face. He went to do it again, but Angela handed Grace to Dean and jumped in front, pressing her hands to Sam's chest.

"Sam, Sam, Sam!" she exclaimed. "Come here."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela stood a few steps away from where Gadreel sat.

"He's not gonna crack that fast." Dean sighed.

"I know," Sam replied. "Maybe you guys could hack him like you and Crowley hacked me."

"No, no, no, no." Dean shook his head. "Crowley's the only one who can do that. And I'm in no mood to call that dickbag. We need Cas."

"Any word from him?" Sam asked curiously.

"No." Angela huffed. "I tried him again. He hasn't called, he hasn't texted. I turned on the GPS on his phone. He's still in the same town where we talked to him last."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell?"

"I don't know." Angela shrugged. "You guys have to go find him."

Sam's frown deepened. "Wait, what?"

"Sam, you're too close to this. I need to do this alone." Angela stressed.

Sam scoffed. "And, what, you're not close to it?"

"We're not at this five minutes, you're already going Liam Neeson on his ass," Angela argued. "I got this. I promise."

Sam and Dean reluctantly nodded and took off with Grace. Angela sauntered back over to Gadreel.

"So, he acts tough, and you show kindness. Is that how this works?" Gadreel tilted his head slightly.

"No," Angela replied, her eyes scarily dark. "See, I don't care whether you talk. You're gonna pay for what you did to him… and Kevin."

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Angela drew her angel blade deeply across Gadreel's arm, causing the angel to scream in agony.

"Word around the campfire is, you let the snake in the garden," Angela started as she cleaned the blood off her blade. "Ruined it for all humanity."

"I set them free." Gadreel gasped. "I loved humanity!"

"Well, you sure got a funny way of showing it, asshat." Angela retorted. "Now, look, you tell me about this 'getting back into Heaven' crap and I'll end this quick. Otherwise, you can sit here and rot in those chains forever. Up to you."

"All your talk, all your bluster… you think you are invincible. You and your family against the world, right?" Gadreel raised his brows a bit.

Angela turned her back on the angel. "Damn straight."

"You really think Sam would do anything for you?" Gadreel taunted.

Angela's face crumbled slightly but her walls came back up as she turned back to face Gadreel.

"Oh, I know he would," Angela replied with a glare.

"I have been in your husband's body, Angela." Gadreel reminded. "He would not trade his life for yours."

Angela clenched her jaw tightly. "Well, thanks for the rerun, pal. Sam's already told me all that crap. Hell, he's told me worse."

"He told you that he has always felt that way," Gadreel raised his brows, earning a blank stare from Angela. "That he thinks you are just a clingy little girl who's afraid to be alone. And he is right, isn't he? Right to think you are a coward, a sad, clingy, needy…"

Angela's fist crashed into Gadreel's face and his mouth bled profusely.

"Keep it up!" Angela roared.

"Pathetic bottom-feeder who cannot even take care of herself, who would rather drag everyone through the mud than be alone, who would let everyone around her die!" Gadreel taunted relentlessly.

Angela couldn't take it anymore and swung her angel blade to stab Gadreel in the chest. However, just before she reached him, she noticed the angel's eyes close, waiting for the strike. Angela stopped herself in an instant.

Gadreel's eyes opened in a panic. "No. Do it. Do it! Kill me!"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Angela asked icily. "That's what that whole speech was about? You're not afraid to die, are you? You're afraid you be left in these chains forever." She glared. "Well, you can sit here and rot, you son of a bitch."

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Sam and Dean pulled up to Castiel's hotel and they got out, walking into Castiel's room. Dean adjusted Grace in his arms as they looked around.

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Angela walked into the filthy women's restroom in the factory.

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Sam noticed Castiel's phone on the table and waved Dean over. Sam picked up Castiel's phone and noticed that there were six missed calls from Angela. The brothers suddenly heard someone behind them, and they drew their guns.

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Angela set her cell phone down on the sink and splashed some water on her face. She gripped the sink and looked up into the mirror, staring at the reflection of the Mark of Cain.

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"Easy there," Metatron warned the brothers. "I'm here to trade. You have something of mine, and I have something of yours. Bring him here tomorrow, say… 6:00-ish? If not, Castiel dies. No comebacks this time."

"An even trade?" Dean questioned.

"I'm an entity of my word," Metatron replied.

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Angela's phone vibrated on the sink as Angela tried to reach her. Angela just grasped her right arm, holding the angel blade, and headed back to Gadreel.

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The Impala rolled up to the factor. Sam and Dean entered the room where Gadreel was tied up, but the chair was overturned and there was a lot of blood pooling on the floor.

"Crap," Dean muttered as he adjusted Grace in his arms.

"Angie?" Sam called out. "Angie!"

Sam looked around wildly and noticed his wife on the other side of the room, propped against the wall looking unconscious.

"Dean, I found her," Sam told his brother.

Sam and Dean rushed to Angela as she started to stir.

"Angie," Sam started, noticing that her right hand was all bloody. "Hey! Are… are you okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, you got to stop asking me that."

"Kid, we've been calling you," Dean replied. "I mean, why the hell didn't you…"

Sam and Dean noticed Gadreel, who was lying by Angela, very bloody and unconscious.

"He won't talk," Angela noted.

"I figured," Sam replied.

Angela looked up at Sam and Dean desperately. "He wanted to die, and I was gonna kill him. I was. But then I stopped 'cause I know we need him to talk."

"Kid, listen," Dean sighed. "Metatron has Cas. He's offering up a trade."

"We can't trust Metatron," Angela argued.

"W-we know that. Obviously." Sam agreed. "But look, this is the first time we're gonna know for sure where Metatron is. Let's take Gadreel to the meet-up, make the exchange, and then trap Metatron."

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The Winchesters waited next to the Impala, which was parked in front of Castiel's hotel.

"He's late," Sam muttered as he checked his watch.

"Or he's not gonna show," Angela replied.

"Of course I'm gonna show," Metatron said suddenly. "I was just waiting for you three to finish setting up your little trap for me. Uh… Am I hitting my mark? Well, come on. Let's go. I'm waiting."

Dean threw down a lit lighter and it lit up a burning holy fire circle around Metatron. Metatron faked agony for a few moments before breaking out into laughter.

"Did any of you bring s'mores?" he raised his brows. "Holy fire always gives them a delightful minty aftertaste. Make a wish."

Metatron blew out the holy flames with a breath. The Winchesters jumped forward with their angel blades, but Metatron sent them flying back into the Impala with a flick of his wrist. Sam adjusted Grace in his arm.

"No, thanks!" Metatron yelled.

He walked up to the Impala's trunk and opened it, flicking away the angel warding.

"Bye-bye." He smirked.

Gadreel got out of the trunk as a car pulled up and Castiel stepped out. Castiel quickly walked over to the Winchesters.

"Well, a deal is a deal." Metatron pursed his lips.

"Why are you doing this?" Angela demanded.

"Because I can. Because you and your family and your fine, feathered friend and all those secrets you've got locked away in your bunker can't stop me." Metatron grinned manically. "But I am gonna enjoy watching you try. It's gonna be a hell of a show. I'll see you around, Castiel. Never forget I gave you a chance."

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"Somebody want to tell me what the hell's going on here?" Angela raised her brows.

"Metatron is trying to play God," Castiel replied.

"Play God?" Sam scoffed as Grace wiggled in his arms. "Cas, he erased angel warding. He friggin' blew out holy fire. He is God. He's powering up with the angel tablet. How the hell are we supposed to stop this guy?"

"Alright, so what if there is a stairway to Heaven?" Dean asked. "We find it and get a drop on the guy."

"You want to sneak onto the Death Star, take out the emperor?" Sam scoffed.

"Okay I… I'm not sure was a fictional battle station in space has to do with this, but if taking out the emperor means taking out Metatron, I'm on board." Castiel cut in.

The three hunters exchanged extremely confused looks.

"Wait, did you… did you just understand a Death Star reference?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, I think so." Castiel nodded. "But I don't understand what that has to do with Heaven."

"It's halfway, I guess," Sam muttered.

"You sure you're alright?" Angela asked Castiel.

"Yes," Castiel replied, his brows furrowing slightly. "Are you? There's something different about you."

Angela patted Castiel on the shoulder with her right arm. "I'm fine, Cas."

Castiel grabbed Angela's arm and pushed up her sleeve, revealing the Mark of Cain. Castiel's eyes darkened as he stared at Angela.

"What have you done?" Castiel demanded.

"It's a means to an end." Angela yanked her hand back.

"Dammit, Angela." Castiel shook his head.

"Look, you find Heaven, you drop a dime. Meantime, I got a knight to kill." Angela retorted as she grabbed Grace from Sam and stormed to the Impala.

"Be safe out there, Cas," Dean told the angel.

"You, too," Castiel replied. "Sam… Dean… You keep an eye on her."

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! I loved, loved writing it :) This is definitely one of my favorite episodes of season 9, tbh. As always, thank you for any recent reviews, your feedback means the world to me. Love you guys, xoxo!

~Emily