Author's Note: Hello! I have been so freaking busy with work and my English class that I haven't been able to write more. Sorry! This one's gonna be relatively short, though. It takes place after Torn and Frayed; after Cas takes Samandriel back to heaven.
Enjoy!
Blue TARDIS Everdeen
"Where the hell are you man?" Dean said, almost in a whisper, as he looked around his empty room for any signs of the angel. His gaze lingered on a chair in the corner of the room; the very place where, only a week ago, held the body of a celestial being. He sighed and got up; his hope leaving him and disappearing into the still air.
"Wha-where am I?" Samandriel, or Alfie as he was called by the Winchesters, blinked and sat up. "This place feels familiar…it can't be Heaven, can it?"
"Yes, it can. And it is." A woman's voice said from above him. He looked up and into the eyes of Naomi.
"YOU! You-you stay away from me!" He scrambled back until his head slammed into the concrete wall; a look of pain, anger and slight terror on his face. "You…you did this to me! You made him….you made my FRIEND, my BROTHER, you made him kill me! Why?"
"You were a threat to us; A threat to the system. I was merely eliminating a compromising element." She smiled thinly and down at Samandriel. "Don't worry, Samandriel. You're home now. Safe and sound."
"No. This…this doesn't feel like Heaven. It's all wrong. It feels…"
"Better? Safer?"
"No. It feels, bad. Like a bad energy has entered this place." His face hardened into anger now, his fists clenched by his sides. "Does father know about this? Does the Metatron?"
Naomi scowled and turned away. "Don't mention…THEM in front of me. I did approach them with this idea, yes, but they were-"She turned around sharply and faced him. "Shall we say, less than cordial."
"Good."
Naomi grabbed Samandriel by the shirt, yanked him up, and pinned him against the wall. "I knew it was right to have Castiel kill you. You ARE a traitor." She let go of him in a huff and he stumbled; trying to regain his footing. "And we know what we do to traitors." She smiled a full smile now; one that showed her perfect white teeth and thin pink lips. She snapped her fingers and a short, black haired angel appeared, dressed in all black. "Please take dear Samandriel to the laboratory. I shall be there as soon as I can." She turned back toward Samandriel, now standing up to his full height. He didn't even come up to Naomi's shoulder. "I hate to do this to you, since you are the newest in our family, but traitorous deeds should not go overlooked." She cocked her head to the side and gently touched Samandriel on the cheek. "It is for the best. I hope you understand, Samandriel."
He flinched at the touch. "I understand perfectly. I just don't fully agree with it." The angel dressed in black seized him by the collar of his uniform and dragged him away from Naomi. He turned his head around and gave her a look; one filled with hate and pain and slight pity.
"Well, that's one compromising factor taken care of. Now for the other." She went back to her desk in the opposite corner of the room and opened a drawer. She sat in her spotless white desk chair and pulled a thin manila folder out of the drawer. Opening it gingerly, she gazed at the face of the man whose picture was plastered all over the front page. She lightly traced the edge of one of the pictures, a faraway look in her eyes. "Dean Winchester. The righteous man. But not for much longer." She picked up the picture and crumpled it violently in her hands. She pushed a button on her desk and a hole opened. "Good bye, Winchester." She dropped the picture down the hole, and flames shot up out of it, lighting up her face eerily. "It is for the best."