"Yes, Sam. I'm God. You can have some time after we've saved your brother to deal with this revelation, but right now we just don't have the time." Chuck told him firmly, his eyes closed as he concentrated on finding the other plane of existence on which Metatron was keeping Dean.
Sam staggered backwards somewhat, but knew that he had to keep his head in the game. They were so close to the end now that he had to try his best to concentrate. He steadied himself, forcing his mind to the task at hand, but how does anyone deal with meeting God? And how hadn't he realised it before? Chuck the prophet was hard enough to swallow…but Chuck the creator? Dean would freak when he found out. Or find it hilarious. That thought made him smile momentarily, and also spurred him into action as he went to Lirael's side, shaking her gently.
"She's still not waking up." He said aloud, mostly to himself.
"Don't worry about her, it's just the shock of being so far away from Dean, they'll get used to it." Castiel said, though there was doubt lingering in his voice.
"Found them." Chuck murmured, opening his eyes and rubbing his beard.
Suddenly he clicked his fingers and Lirael's body burst into life again with a mighty gulp of air. She stood instantly, eyes darting around looking for her other half. "Does he still have Dean?"
"Yeah, 'Chuck', is trying to sort that out for us." Sam explained, his mind still reeling.
With a grunt, Chuck grabbed Sam's arm and Lirael's and pulled them towards him. He pulled out a small dagger from his pocket and, quicker than either Sam or Lirael could react; cut the palms of their hands.
Sam hissed as he pulled his hand away and glared at Chuck.
"You too, Castiel." said Chuck, as he drew the knife along his own palms. When Castiel's hands had also been cut, Chuck continued. "We all have a connection to Dean. Sam, yours is through blood. Castiel, yours is through the destiny that you have been given. Lirael, your souls are now adjoined. I will be the connection to the other plane and to Dean, as I am joined to him as I am all of my children." He said to each of them in turn.
Sam struggled to listen to Chuck speak in such a serious tone, but out of respect kept his mouth closed.
Chuck had them form a circle and raise their arms above their head. He started chanting in a language that was no doubt older than time itself and nodded to them. They connected palms with the person next to them, their blood mixing. An enormous crackle of energy licked the outsides of the circle they had created and as Chuck finished his chant, a large bolt of blue energy created a wall around them and shot into the ceiling above them and beyond.
His ribs were broken, so was his nose. He wasn't sure how many more beatings his skull could take before that caved in. More painful than his injuries was the sensation of being torn away from Lirael and once again enduring the tug of a broken soul.
Dean was close to praying for Death, as he had many times when he was stuck in Hell, but this time he felt like he had something to fight for. If he was in this much agony, Lirael would be too, and this was a strong enough motivator to will his body to stay functional.
Metatron had barely broken sweat. Dean could tell that this beating was not giving Metatron the enjoyment that it had intended to and the force of the hits lessened somewhat. He almost looked bored.
Suddenly, the marble floors began to crack and shake beneath them and Metatron's eyes lit up with excitement.
"I knew he wouldn't be able to resist helping his little Saviour!" The angel said gleefully.
However, this happiness was short-lived when an gigantic crash of thunder clattered through the room and a wall of bright blue electricity shot up from the floor beneath Dean. The wall surrounded him and nourished him. He almost passed out from the enormity of the energy that was surrounding him, he'd never felt such strength surge through his human body and he wasn't sure whether he would be able to take it. His injuries healed instantly and he flexed his hands again, knowing that this was a temporary fix to a Metatron-shaped problem. He got a sense from the energy that there was a part of Sam and a part of Lirael involved, and maybe others, so he knew he wasn't alone.
With a quick exhale, Dean stormed through the wall of energy that had been concealing him from Metatron's beady gaze.
"Round two dick-wad?" Dean asked, his voice loud as it boomed around the room due to his new found power.
The angel growled before leaping into the air towards his foe. Dean did the same and they crashed into each other with a mighty clang as two bodies infused with heavenly powers collided.
Dean chuckled, picking Metatron up from the ground and throwing him against the far wall. The marble cracked and crumbled significantly. He was going to enjoy this.
Dean was faster and stronger during every encounter and attack that Metatron threw at him. The energy still coursed through him, so powerful that it was dizzying, but he urged his mind to stay focussed on destroying Metatron once and for all.
Battered and bloody, Metatron walked towards him defiantly. "This isn't over."
Dean grinned and darted towards him, faking a motion to the right and moving left. He then threw his final punch to the centre of Metatron's chest. "Actually, I think it is."
The other plane that Metatron had created disappeared and Dean found himself, and Metatron, back on the factory floor.
The building had stopped trembling, and Metatron's heart lay beside his lifeless body.
Dean wiped his hand clean with the one clean corner left on his shirt as he walked towards his guardian angel. He couldn't explain how happy he was to be near her, to be close enough to touch her.
He lightly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. She looked tired. "You okay?"
Lirael nodded in reply, her eyes filling with tears. "Are you hurt?"
"Nah, my new-found angel powers mean I heal real quick." Dean said, rubbing the tops of her arms with his hands.
She smiled. "I'm glad you're so stubborn." Lirael said quietly, taking half a step towards him. "You came to get me."
"I was never going to leave you; it hurts too much to be without you." Dean told her before gathering her up in his arms. He then kissed her with a ferocity and passion that frightened both of them. His heart skipped another beat as he felt her respond in the same way, forcefully kissing him back.
Whenever she touched him, he felt a fiery electricity coursing through him that both excited and terrified him. Their lips parted, tongues colliding as their kiss deepened and they pulled each other closer. A few moments later, they heard a gentle clearing of a throat, and pulled back. They both looked round to see Castiel and Sam with very bemused and embarrassed looks on their faces. Dean was also sure he saw Chuck sneak off down one of the passageways, but his attention turned back to Lirael as he kissed her again.
"Um, we'll, uh, see you guys at the motel…" Sam told them with a quick wave before the two left Lirael and Dean alone.
She laughed, kissing Dean's lips softly once more. It was simply ecstasy to be held by him. Her heart was bursting full with emotion that her body just wasn't used to and she laughed giddily. As Lirael looked into his eyes, this grounded her once more and she found in his eyes a mirror of her own soul. They were connected, and always would be.
Although it existed in two bodies, Dean's broken soul would forever be whole if she were near him and Lirael would do everything in her power to make that happen.
"So, Winchester, you talked about some woman that you loved earlier. What's her name? I need to find her and hurt her." Lirael teased as she tugged at his shirt, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean chuckled, pulling her to him. "Darlin', there's never been anyone else but you." He told her, dipping his head to kiss her lips a thousand times more.
Author's Note: Feedback welcome as this is just a first draft of the ending, let me know what you think!