The Devil Within

Did I Pass the Archangelic Body Inspection?

"What time is Raphael coming to pick you up?"

"Already wanting to get rid of me?" You teased, looking up from your book. "He said he'd be here at three."

It was around one-thirty when you and Chuck got back from shopping. You helped him put all of the groceries away and clean up the kitchen a little. Since the work got done faster than Chuck thought it would, he just handed you some of the Supernatural books and said that you could read what you didn't before. He said that it would be a good way for you to catch up on what was happening with the Winchesters and that he would show you the drafts for the twenty-four other books he wrote that haven't been published. You were on the book for the second episode of season three, the Kids are Alright.

"Okay," Chuck said, eying the clock, "we have about half an hour... wanna hear what the Winchesters are up to right now?"

"Hell yeah!" You said, jumping up from your spot on the couch and racing towards Chuck and his computer. "Let's see what those two dumbasses are up to now."

"Dumbasses?" Chuck laughed, giving you a skeptical look.

"Oh, do I have ideas for standard hunts," you hummed, recalling 2012 Tumblr. "Believe me, I know that Sam and Dean know what they're doing, but there are just things that they could do that would make things easier. Like iron rings, so they could punch ghosts instead of finding all the iron in a house." You sat down and shrugged as you listed off another Tumblr suggested. "There's also salt-filled hula hoops that they could just push around on the floor when surrounded by ghosts or multiple recordings of an exorcism or water guns filled with Holy Water."

"Those... are actually some really good ideas," Chuck said raising a brow. "Anyway, Dean's being the dumbass in this situation."

"Really?" You raised a brow and looked at the computer screen. "What's the oldest dumbass doing?"

"Sam and Dean had the brotherly equivalent to a breakup and Sam's trying to reconnect with Dean." Chuck leaned back in his chair as he explained. "Dean just got kidnapped by a Seraph named Zachariah and taken five years into the future. Zachariah really wanted Dean to see the carnage that would be created if Dean doesn't say yes to Michael."

"That's smart," you said, glossing over the paragraph that Chuck had already written. "It's a good way to manipulate someone with a hero complex into doing something they find morally incorrect."

"I wouldn't call it manipulation," a voice said, startling you and Chuck, "I call it giving them a push in the right direction."

Chuck was the first to recover from the two angels' sudden appearance. "I'm pretty sure that it's manipulation, Zachariah," Chuck sighed before chuckling at your position.

Out of sheer surprise, and with the help of the imbalance you caused by leaning back in your chair, you were currently disoriented on the floor. You sat up and sighed when you thought your head was finally on straight. "Glad my misery is entertaining to you, Chuck."

"Hey, not all of my entertainment is out of your misery," Chuck laughed as you stood up.

"Oh, yeah, you have the Winchesters too." You rolled your eyes and looked up at the angels. Zachariah looked exactly like you remembered from the show, old, balding, and cocky as fuck. There was only one difference, we never got to see Zachariah's wings in the show. His wings are large and as white as a swan's. It's been so long since you've heard about Zachariah, you almost forgot how annoying of a villain Zachariah was. The angel standing next to Zachariah was Raphael, who had a small smile of amusement on his face. "Guess it's time for me to meet Michael now, huh?"

"You are correct," Raphael said, nodding. "I understand that it appears we are early but our path and destination will not be kind on your body, regardless of my blessing." Raphael took your arm and pulled you around the table.