Sam walked down the hallways of Heaven on his way to training with Michael. That seemed to be all he did lately. How sad was that? He spent most of his time with someone he could barely stand. It was even sadder that life had somehow become better since working with the oldest archangel. Oh, he was still angry as hell and he hated Michael's guts, but been kept so busy made it easier to forget how miserable he was without Dean.
Sam got about halfway to his destination when an angel he had yet to see stepped out in front of him. After months of meditating, Sam was finally able to tell the difference between angels in Heaven. This one was Metatron.
"Well, given that I can't sense who you are from your Grace, you must be Gabriel's abomination," Metatron said.
Sam sucked in a breath and attempted to get around the angel. He figured the best thing he could do was to ignore the comment. Nothing he said would change how he was seen.
Metatron stepped directly in the Nephilim's path, preventing him from leaving.
"Get out of my way. I have to be someplace," Sam said.
"If you ought to be anywhere, it's Hell. I know this because I have written down God's every rule. You shouldn't exist. Both you and your father should've been murdered the second you drew breath! You certainly don't belong in our home!" Metatron said cruelly.
"Is there a problem here?" a third voice asked.
Sam turned to see Michael.
"I'm fairly certain that both of you have places to be that aren't here," Michael said.
"I'm being prevented from passing through," Sam said.
Michael gave Metatron a stony look. "Metatron, I find it hard to believe you have time to linger in the halls. Should you not be with garrison. It is my understanding that you have been assigned to castile."
"I should not be part of a garrison," Metatron said resentfully.
"Why is that? You think yourself above everyone else?" Michael asked. He knew he did. Metatron was always of the mind that he was better than the rest of the seraphs.
"I was God's scribe!" Metatron exclaimed.
Michael turned to Sam. "You may leave." His tone left no doubt that it was an order.
"Gladly," Sam said before walking away.
Michael took a step towards Metatron. "As it has been said to me many times, God is no longer here. Your former position means nothing now. In fact, it didn't mean nearly as much as you seem to think when you did hold it. Now I suggest returning to your duties. Oh, and stay away from the Nephilim. Antagonizing him will do nothing but make you enemies."
"That thing doesn't belong here! It is against God's biggest rule! I will say it as much as I need to! I am not afraid of Gabriel! That boy is nothing more than an abomination!" Metatron yelled.
Michael, who had started to walk away, turned and walked back. He got directly into Metatron's personal space. "You have never known when to hold your tongue! If you do not learn to abide by the new rules, one of which is that that word is not to be used, you will find yourself in a difficult position. And as for not being afraid of Gabriel, you ought to be. Have you not heard yet what became of Raphael, or Zachariah? Not to mention that he is not the only one you need to concern yourself with. Keep away from the Nephilim. Should I catch you with him again, I won't be lenient."
Metatron laughed. "You've got a soft spot for him now too, don't you? It sure seemed like you'd done more than just cross paths with him. You are supposed to be Father's biggest cheerleader, and you have begun to condone that thing's existence."
"What I do, or feel is of no consequence to you, Metatron," Michael said before walking away.
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Sam was waiting in the training room when Michael arrived about ten minutes after him.
"You'd do well to stay away from Metatron. He will be no friend to you," Michael warned Sam as soon as he walked through the door.
Sam snorted. "You don't say. I didn't seek the bastard out. I never seek any of them out. If I had the option of staying away from you I would."
"But you don't. Metatron will be different. He has no respect for any of the rules that weren't set down by God himself," Michael said. He wasn't sure why he was telling the boy this. He shouldn't care what Metatron did. He quickly told himself that he was respecting Heaven's rules, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn't looked at Sam the same since the boy used his own logic against him.
"That doesn't sound much different than you," Sam said with a sneer.
"Well, it is. No matter how I feel about them, I follow the rules set down by the ruler of Heaven. Metatron won't. He believes he's better than other angels, even archangels, because he was God's scribe. He believes he can do whatever he wishes. He is dangerous," Michael warned.
"Whatever. I had no intentions of looking for him. Are we going to get started?" Sam asked.
"Yes, but I'd like to start differently today. I'd like you to become more familiar with your Grace. It should help you with your powers. Have you had any experience in finding your Grace?" Michael asked.
"Some. I had to do it when I was learning how to smite," Sam said.
"Well, I we're going to try it again, and once you do it here, I want you to do it once a day when you're at home. It will be much like meditation. You will find a calm place and then you will allow your Grace to come to the surface. You know what it feels like, right?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, like raw power," Sam said.
"You only felt the base of it before you got it to do what you want then. When you feel every aspect of it, it will feel warm and safe. You will like the feeling, believe me," Michael said.
"If I do this at home, is there a possibility of my powers lashing out?" Sam asked. He didn't want to risk hurting his dad.
"No, it shouldn't do anything if you're calm, unless you tell it to. Ready to start?" Michael asked.
Sam nodded.
Michael snapped his fingers and a comfortable chair appeared in front of Sam. "Sit down and close your eyes."
Sam did as he was told.
"Now, relax your mind and find a place inside you that's peaceful," Michael instructed.
Sam took several deep breaths and imagined himself driving with Dean in the Impala. That was when he was the most peaceful.
"Now, try to locate your Grace. Let it flow through your body," Michael said.
Sam tried to find the power he'd felt when he would smite. It didn't take nearly as long as he expected. He found the power in seconds. Michael was right. As he let it coerce through his body, he felt warmth. It was kind of like how he felt when Michael found out what he was, and his Grace reached out to protect him.
Sam was pulled away from his Grace seconds later. "Wow. That felt great."
Michael smiled. "It always does."
"Let's try it a few more times and then we'll move on," Michael said.
Sam shut his eyes and started again.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
Metatron fumed as he walked through Heaven towards his desired destination. The nerve of Michael to speak to him like that. He was God's scribe. He was better than all of them. How dare that bastard threaten him, and all for that abomination. Well, Metatron wasn't going to take it lying down. He was going to get revenge, both on Michael and the Nephilim.
Metatron had asked around and found where Gabriel spent his time. He knocked do the door and waited.
Gabriel opened the door seconds later. He was surprised, and not pleasantly, to see who was there. "What the hell do you want?"
"Good to see you as well, brother," Metatron said.
"What do you want, Metatron?" Gabriel asked again.
"I came to do you a favor. You'd think you'd be a little more respectful," Metatron said.
Gabriel chuckled. "A favor, huh? I wouldn't be stupid enough to trust a favor from you even if I needed one."
"Even if it has to do with your kid?" Metatron asked. He was going to enjoy this so much, and it was only going to be the beginning.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "My kid is not up for discussion! Do not even mention him!"
"He's hanging around Michael," Metatron said just as Gabriel tried to slam the door in his face. He didn't know for sure that that was happening, but he was pretty sure. The two seemed familiar with each other, more so than just running into each other once and a while.
Gabriel stopped and opened the door again. "Excuse me."
"I just saw them. Your boy seemed real chummy with our oldest brother. They're even probably together right now. I can only guess you wouldn't like that much. After all, Michael did try to kill him," Metatron said. Chummy was a bit strong of a word, but he intended to exaggerate the situation to piss Gabriel off more.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, Metatron, but you picked a bad lie. My son wouldn't have anything to do with Michael. Now, get lost, and stay away from my son!" Gabriel growled before slamming the door shut.
Gabriel stood by the door for a second, thinking about what Metatron told him. Sam wouldn't do that, right? No, he wouldn't. Sam hated Michael. He wouldn't have anything to do with the guy that took his brother away. And he knew better than to hide things from Gabriel by now. The kid wouldn't risk setting them back again, by hiding something like this from him. Metatron had to be lying.
While Gabriel was certain he was right, he decided to go find Sam anyway, just to ease his mind and prove Metatron a liar.