Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Metatron laughed to himself as he got back to his work. Without any more interruptions he could finish writing soon. He picked up his things and was going to find a less trafficked. By the time he'd settled in once more Chuck showed up. "Ah there you are Metatron." Chuck said.
"Yes father?" The angel in question asked.
"I know I've given you a lot of things to do but i need these done too." Chuck said as he handed Metatron more tablets. The awkward little angel nodded and took the tablets, resenting everything about heaven. While his brothers and sisters got to have fun, he was stuck with work. No childhood. No friends. Just writing. Chuck went off again, having something more important to do that spend time with his son. One day. Metatron vowed, one day.