A/N: This segment, and anything from here on out regarding Metatron is pretty AU...I wrote most of this story only weeks after Kevin's death, so any character/plot development after that is unaccounted for in this story. I apologize, but I hope you enjoy my ideas on what could have happened, as well as my portrayal of Metatron's character.

"Well, hello Team Free Will!" Metatron announces, appearing suddenly in the room. "I hear that's what you're calling yourselves now."

His gaze darts over to Cameron, beady eyes flashing. "And you've added a soft, pretty bit. Hello, sexy." He chirps.

I step out in front of her, my already steaming blood rising to a boil.

Three other angels step up beside Metatron, surrounding us.

I hold out my hand to Cameron. Stay back.

"Where's Castiel? I did want to see him again." Metatron says wistfully.

Dean nods at me, and together we step forward and start shooting. The ruse has begun, the game's afoot...blah blah blah.

Metatron vanishes behind his army, avoiding our bullets easily.

I take out one of the angels, my heart sinking as another one appears to take its place.

One rushes at Cameron, and I shout a warning to her. She doesn't hesitate as she raises her gun, hitting her attacker square in the chest.

Dean laughs his crazy battle laugh as he leaps at a tall, dark haired woman, seizing her by the throat and forcing her to the ground. She throws him off effortlessly, and he smacks into the wall with a sickening crunching sound.

I dive towards her. A huge, muscular angel is pounding towards me. I chuck my knife at him, praying it hits its target.

It does, with a satisfying, sucking thud.

I fly into the woman angel, knocking her to the ground. Before she can throw me off to join my brother, I shoot her in the head. One glance confirms that Cameron can hold her own. She's fine. She flees my thoughts as I rush over to the crumpled pile of Dean in the corner.

It's over. Just like that, we've killed all of them.

Metatron has disappeared. I've started considering how bad this is when a fresh bunch of angels appears out of thin air.

I scream for Cameron to watch out.

Dean charges after one angel while I aim at another that's running towards me. I realize a second too late that I'm empty. He knocks me to the ground. My head bounces against concrete, and I lose vision for a moment. When I can see again, Cameron is already rushing towards me and my would-be killer. I pray that she has the brains to wait until she has a clean shot.

The shot is perfect.

I scramble to my feet, pushing the dead angel off my chest, and thank Cameron silently.

Everything drops. Deadly silence fills the air.

Without warning, Dean crumples to the ground, screaming as blood starts pumping from his chest.

Red gushes out over his clothes onto the floor, and he flops in it like a fish on land. Drowning in his own lungs, in his own blood. Metatron is standing, facing him, a wry grin on his face. His hand is raised masterfully as he summons more blood from Dean's body.

Time to run. I shout at Cameron to help me with Dean.

I'm already drenched in my brother's blood by the time I get his arm over my shoulders. Cameron is clutching at his other arm, and we just start to move our feet when we come to a frozen halt.

Painful, electric-like power wraps itself around us, rendering our bodies completely paralyzed.

Slowly, I feel myself rotating towards Metatron. I test my voice, and find that it has not been silenced like the rest of me has.

"Cas!" I scream.

Moments later, his perdition-raising grip has transported us, and Metatron and the look-out room are replaced by our dungeon.

Free from Metatron's grip, I collapse to the ground, feeling like I am nothing but skin and blood, no bone.

"Cas, just in time. He can't follow us here, right?" I gasp.

"It will take him a few minutes, yes." Cas affirms.

He touches Dean's chest, and the blood flow instantly stops.

"Cameron? Are you alright?" I ask.

She nods, stretching her freed arms. "Yeah, but what the heck just happened?"

I turn to Cas. "Well?"

"We need a new plan." He says grimly.

Dean grunts, slowly sitting up. He looks helpless and lost in the puddle of blood, but it's an angry wild bull kind of helpless and lost. Dangerous.

"Please don't tell me you just said what I think you just said." He moans to Cas.

I have nothing, and I can tell by the look on Dean's face that he has no ideas either.

"You could always send me; use the banishing sigil. Like we were planning. Except, instead of Cas, use me." I suggest.

Cameron crosses her arms. "Um, I'm not really sure about that. It sounds far too risky if you ask me."

I stare at her. "Yeah? And you suddenly have an opinion why?"

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "Well, what you suggested sounds really dangerous...and...I, uh...I don't want you to get hurt."

Not getting hurt is a moot point. The idea of this girl that I hardly know, the girl that I had an awkward conversation with Dean about, the girl that looks like Jessica, caring. That's unexplored ground.

"Cameron, what's gotten into you? You know nothing about sigils, or Metatron..."

I see Dean making gestures at her from the corner of my eye, and suddenly I'm clued in to everything that's happening in this moment. The poor girl has been roped into acting as puppet to Dean. She's just the messenger.

"Oh. Obviously." I storm at my brother. The months and weeks of emotions, and how much his protection hurt me, all comes to the surface at a roaring, volcanic boil. "You're going to let me do this, got it? I have to finish what I started." I shout.

Dean grabs my shoulders and shoves me angrily. "Sammy, no." His voice cracks.

"I will go. I can do this." Cas offers.

"You know you can't. It has to be me." I say firmly.

We can't risk using our one angel to put up the sigils. He just saved our lives moments ago. If he's out of earshot, if he's preoccupied, we're toast. Really, really burnt toast.

Cas rolls his eyes and touches my forehead, and just as I realize what he's doing, the world goes black.