Metatron still had his hands on Castiel's grace. And he was going to get it back, no matter the cost. He was sick and tired of the angel always getting hurt, so he decided that it was time for another angel to get hurt for once. And that angel was Metatron.
Nobody liked Metatron anyway, he was an asshole. Cas ESPECIALLY Hated him, sense he literally stolen his grace.
And now he had him. For once, Cas was the angel in charge. And now Metatron was begging instead. "Please, Castiel, um...sir...you don't have to-'' "Zip it!!'' Cas snapped. "Wait, please, I have an-'' "I said shut it, Metatron.'' "Please, we can work this out!!'' "Silence, I said!'' "But...what do you want from me?'' "I want my grace back.'' Metatron chuckled quietly. "Sorry but...no can do, Cas. Your grace is already gone...'' Cas snarled. "What?!'' {He is lying.} Cas thought. "I know that my grace is out there somewhere so you better tell me where.'' "And if I dont...? I mean, what is in it for me?'' Cas balled his fists, he usually never gotten this mad. "Your life.'' He said through gritted teeth. "And dont even think about begging again!! That will do you no good. I could kill you wit my angel blade right now in the blink of an eye.'' Metatron just smirked. "Then do it. Then you will never find your grace.'' Cas otten deadly calm. "You are right. I will never find it that way.'' Metatron looked as if he had almost breathed a sigh of relief. "So I guess that I will have to beat it out of you!!'' He had no hesitation, he immediately lunged for him. He started ruthlessly punching his face and slamming his head against the wall. He smacked his head with a nearby bat. There was a bloody splat and he heard Metatron's skull crack wit impact. He rewound it and whacked his cheekbones. He pushed him on the ground and stomped on his nose. He picked him back up by the collar of his shirt and punched his gut. Metatron doubled over. He started to kick his face in. He drove his head into the concrete. He did a couple of knee-drops across his back. He then sliced his back wit his angel blade, but not deep enough to kill him. Some of his teeth fell out, he swallowed the rest. Bang, pow, boom, and Metatron's mouth was a mess!! He downed his throat with a broken bottle, a kick to his neck to make him swallow. He stomped each and every rib until they were all broken.
By the end of all that, Metatron was barely recognizable. "Now do you want to tell me where my grace is?!''
And Metatron did just that.
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supernatural whumptober 2024
Fanfictionhey , guyz !! this iz my 1st year srsly participating in whumptober, and I am so exited to share my work wit you !! I started working on these prompts in sept, and I still have some to do, but everything should be published on time!! all of these wi...
