What's that smell? It smells like… A PLOT TWIST! DUN DUN DUUUUUHHH! (Still own nothing. Seriously, I don't even have a job.)
His arrival earned him two different glances. The one from the much smaller man was one of shock and terror. The taller one was another matter.
His hands were still stained red, undoubtedly from another angel he'd just murdered. Gadreel eyed Sam angrily, with a hint of a devilish smile curling at the bottom of his lips.
Gadreel had been expecting him.
Metatron had vanished almost the instant that Sam had entered. Gadreel just glared at Sam.
"You might as well fight me now. I know how to find you now. You can't run." Sam challenged.
"I have no intentions of running, boy. You are not a threat to me."
Sam smiled smugly.
"That's what you think."
"Metatron is on the run, Dean. Come on."
Castiel placed his finger on Dean's forehead and Dean closed his eyes and braced himself.
When he opened his eyes, they were standing inside a building, different from the one they were outside moments ago.
"Where the hell are we, Cas?"
"I believe we are somewhere in Maine."
"Maine? Damn, that little pain in the ass can run."
Castiel and Dean started to scan the area for any signs of the runaway angel.
"Dean!" Cas shouted.
Dean hastily turned around to see Metatron attempting to attack. Dean quickly thrust the angel blade through Metatron's hand, pinning him to the wall.
As Metatron was about to yank out the sword, Castiel took his blade and shoved it through the angel's other palm. He let out a sharp yelp, but then began laughing at the hunter and the angel.
"Castiel, you're looking well. I see you're wearing some second hand grace there. How's it going for you?"
Dean raised his fist and slammed it into Metatron's face.
"Damn that felt good!" Dean exclaimed with a chuckle. "Now, I'm really not in the mood for games."
"What? You aren't having fun?" Metatron mocked as he smiled bloodily.
"Trust me, where you're concerned you don't wanna know my idea of 'fun.'"
"Yes, I've heard about your little vacation to hell. Heard you did all sorts of crazy stuff down there, didn't you Dean?"
Dean scowled slightly, and then harshly twisted the blade in the angel's hand. He let out a scream of pain, but began chuckling again.
"Touchy, touchy, Dean. Now, what can I do for you?"
Dean sneered.
"How about you tell us how to shove those flying ass-hats back into heaven?"
Metatron laughed.
"That is really getting old." Dean hissed in his mind.
"Didn't your little prophet friend tell you? It can't be reversed."
Before he had a chance to start laughing again, Dean shoved the blade as far as it would go into Metatron's palm.
"HIS NAME WAS KEVIN, YOU BASTARD!"
"Dean," Cas placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. "You need to step back."
"Cas, this is the son of a bitch that killed-"
"I'm well aware, Dean, but you are allowing him to get to you. Step back, and let me handle this.
Dean's hands shook with fury, but he forced himself to stand down.
Sam charged at Gadreel, blade poised above his head, ready to strike. Gadreel's hand snapped up and took hold of Sam's wrist. The angel then threw Sam to the wall. Sam's sword skittered away from him as he slammed into the side of the warehouse.
"I do not understand your reasoning, Samuel." The angel looked down at Sam almost pitifully. "Why are you so insistent on destroying me?"
Sam scoffed as he pulled himself to his feet.
"It may have something to do with you possessing me, killing Kevin, and working with Metatron."
"You neglect to mention the fact that I saved you."
"I didn't ask to be saved like that. Hell, I didn't ask to be saved at all."
"Perhaps I ought to remind you just what I saved you from."
Before Sam could process what Gadreel had said, he felt a searing pain in his chest and arms. It quickly spread to the rest of his body and he fell to the floor, gasping.
His breathing was much heavier, and his coughs were much worse than what he had felt back at the bunker. He didn't even have the energy to bring up his arms to stop the blood leaking from his mouth onto the floor.
"You are very ungrateful Samuel. I saved you from all this suffering, and I can do it again. Let me in, Sam."
Sam forced himself to look up at Gadreel.
"Screw… screw you." He managed to utter between gasps.
"You may want to reconsider Samuel. And I have all the time in the world to change your mind."
"He's ready to talk, Dean." Castiel informed him after what seemed like hours of waiting. Dean hurried into the room, pleased to see Metatron gasping in pain. He was surprised, however, to see that Metatron had no wounds other than his pierced hands.
"What the hell did you do to him Cas?"
"I'd rather not discuss it." Castiel admitted shamefully.
"What's… wrong… Castiel?" Don't want… your pet to… to know what you're capable of?" Metatron taunted between breaths.
"You know, Metatron, I really don't give a damn about what he did. What I do give a damn about is sticking all those angels back where they belong. So, start talking."
Metatron glared at Dean, but (again) started smiling.
"That doesn't look like talking." Dean spat.
"Dean, Dean, Dean" The angel huffed, shaking his head. "When I said the spell was irreversible, that wasn't completely true."
"Yeah, so I gathered."
"Let me finish, boy. Now, you can open the gates to heaven again, but it requires the blood of someone special."
"How much? And special how?"
"All of it. And it has to be the blood of someone who has seen the wonders of heaven, the dangers of Purgatory, the fears of hell, and the horrors of Lucifer's cage."
Metatron stopped, allowing it to sink into Dean's head.
"Oh, God. Sammy."
"Thatta boy, Deany! Now you know why I didn't bother telling you. You'd never sacrifice your brother. Well, not again anyway. You already made that mistake one too many times."
Dean started to charge towards Metatron, but Castiel placed a warning hand on Dean, shaking his head.
"I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out sooner."
"Figure out what?" Castiel asked, giving Dean a moment to calm down.
"Why Gadreel was so interested in Sammy. He's an even older angel than I am. He was around when God commanded me to write the tablets. Word must've traveled about how to reopen the gates of heaven. Sure, it probably didn't make any sense at the time, but once he was set free from his eternal prison, he high tailed it right on over to baby brother. As long as Gadreel had control over Sam, there was no way he'd let Sam sacrifice himself to open heaven back up. It would get Gadreel sent right back to prison."
"Dean," Castiel finally said after several minutes had passed, "I've been to all those places. We could use me."
"Sorry, buddy." Metatron interrupted. "Has to be human blood. And little Sammy's the only human capable of doing it. Good try though, Castiel."
Castiel and Dean just stood in disbelief.
"Oh, by the way, big mistake leaving Sam with Gadreel again."
"Wait, why?" Dean asked. Metatron just looked at Dean with a smile so cocky, it made Dean want to rip his lips off. He grabbed the angel by the collar and shook him viciously.
"WHY?!"
"Samuel got away from him once. You really think Gadreel is just gonna let him go again?"
Dean stepped back and held his head between his hands. His mossy green eyes sparkled as tears began to form. His lip trembled in fear.
"If Sam finds out what he can do, he'd do it in a heartbeat. But Gadreel's not gonna let that happen." Metatron continued. "Now that Gadreel's got his hands on him, there's nothing that he won't do to get him back."
Dang I feel evil! I LIKE IT! Sorry looks like my history of playing the bad guy in plays is getting to me. Next chapter should be soon!