Constellations

On The Clock

"Well, well, well I was wondering if I was ever going to speak to the man himself: Dean Winchester."

"I don't have time for your games, Metatron."

"Aw so I guess you're no longer a demon. What a shame, it was fun to watch you kill that girl, now what was her name again?"

Dean's hands clenched at his side.

"Jo. Her name was Jo and you don't get to talk about her, ever."

"Alright, alright, fair enough. Here to release me, then? Send me back to my followers? I bet they're looking for me."

"No, I'm here because I need Castiel's grace."

"And why exactly? It seems like you've had a lot of fun with him as a human, no?"

"He's dying."

"Ah, yes, from when you stabbed him. Why not just ask an angel to heal him?"

"You know that most of them answer to you. The rest would gladly watch him die."

"Seems you're in quite the predicament."

Dean stormed up to where Metatron was tied to a chair encircled by an angel trap.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch I need Castiel's grace and you're going to tell me where to find it."

"And why would I do that?"

Dean pulled out the angel blade from his pocket and drew it into Metatron's cheek until it bled. Metatron let out a yelp.

"Because I can kill you, right here right now, and you would never be able to lead your little rebellion."

He laughed, "You see, I know you would never do that."

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm the only one out of all Castiel's horses and all his men who can put the angel back together again."

Dean tried to play it cool, even though he knew Metatron was right. "Nursery rhymes, thought you were better than that," Dean said lazily pointing the blade towards Metatron.

"It gets the point across. You see, Dean, I never said that I wouldn't help you. I just need something in return."

"What do you have in mind?"

Metatron grinned smugly. "I fix your boyfriend, and you release me."

"That's it?"

"I wasn't finished. You and I both know that my army is only getting stronger. When you release me, you nor Castiel will fight me. Leave me and my rebellion alone and I promise you that Castiel will remain in perfect health. Do we have a deal?"

Dean was silent for a moment.

"I would advise you to take the deal, and fast. Cas is only running out of time..."

Dean sighed.

"Fine, you have a deal."

————————

"And you really trust him?"

"Of course I don't, Sam, but this is our only chance to fix Cas."

"I know, but-"

"But nothing. There's isn't anything else we can do. This is the only way to actually heal him."

"He's in a coma."

"He keeps flat lining! He's going to die if we don't get him his grace!"

"Okay, okay you're right. Where do we go?"

"There's this library... Metatron said he put it in one of the books."

"Where is it?"

"That's the only problem."

"Why?"

"It's in California which is 22 hours away by car."

Sam smiled. "We have to take a plane!"

"Shut up, Sam. You know how I feel about this!"

"Which is exactly why I'm laughing! Why are you so scared of flying, anyway?"

"Have you even seen Lost, man? Whatever, just book the flight, okay?"

"Alright hope there isn't any turbulence," Sam taunted.

"Hope there isn't a clown on the plane," Dean called from outside the room.

Sam looked up startled. "Don't even joke about that, Dean."