Meeting the New Boss

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Sam's POV

"Well, all right then. Is this good, or you want the whole "forehead to the carpet" thing?" Bobby said as he bowed to Castiel. "Guys?" Bobby looked to me and Dean. Everything in my head was swirling. I couldn't think or do anything. It was feeling as if my body was slowly slipping away. Dean and I started to kneel down. It was painful to do, but I did.

"Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear." Cas said. I looked up at him. Fear and anger swirling inside of me.

"Cas..." I muttered in pain.

"Sam, you have nothing to say to me; you stabbed me in the back." Can told me before looking to Bobby and Dean. "Get up." I kept kneeling as it was the only way not to feel dizzy. I looked over at Dean, who looked in pain, but not the same pain I was in. Pain as his best friend just betrayed him.

"Cas, come on, this isn't you." Dean pleaded.

"The Castiel you knew is gone." Cas told him. He was right. The Cas we knew was gone, and who was in front of us, certainly wasn't him.

"So what, then? kill us?" Dean asked with rage.

"What a brave little ant you are. You know you're powerless, you wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides...once you were my favorite pets before you turned and bit me." Cas said with no emotion. No feeling. I looked to the ground. I needed to get somewhere and lay down.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm God. And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down. Not doing so well, are you Sam?" Cas asked me.

"I'm fine..." I say as I clear my throat. "...I'm...fine."

"You said you would fix him - you promised!" Dean yelled.

"IF you stood down, which you hardly did. Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the pit." Cas barked back. I looked between them, wanting this to stop.

"Cas, come on, this is nuts! You can turn this around, please!" Dean pleaded with the once angel.

"I hope for your sake this is the last you see me." Castiel said as he disappears. Bobby, Dean, andI look around and at each other for a few seconds. I felt liquid trickling down my face. I go to touch above my lip and felt a wet substance, blood.

"Sam, you okay?" Dean asked me. My head starts to ring, and I see myself back in Hell. I'm burning. I fall back to the ground and cut my hand on some glass. All I keep seeing is glimpses of my body on fire. I let out a small scream at the pain.

Sam sees a vision of himself burning in hell; he then falls to the ground and cuts his hand on some broken glass. He keeps seeing glimpses of his body on fire.

Castiel's POV - Heaven

"Understand. If you followed Raphael, if you stood against me, punishment is certain; there is nowhere to hide. The rest of you, our Father left a long time ago, and that was hard. I thought the answer was free will. But I understand now. You need a firm hand. You need a father. And I am your father now. Be obedient, children. Or this will be your fate." I spoke to the other angels. All around me are the fallen, dead angels, with black scorched wings as proof of what will happen if Raphael's followers rise up against me. "It is a new day. On earth, and in heaven. Rejoice."

Aria's POV - Detroit

I decided to watch bad TV tonight. It was a long day. Killed a vamps nest in the outskirts of Detroit. After a long hot shower, I ate my pizza in bed, and watched The Notebook on TV. I've been a hunter all of my life. My dad had to kill my mom after a demon possessed her when I was two years old. Ever since, my dad was a hunter. I still had a normal life. Went to school. Had friends. But, my best friends were Sam and Dean. I haven't seen them in like 10 or so years. He'd be 28 about now while I'm 24. I hope he went to college like he said. I did miss him, but I knew he wanted a normal life, while I enjoy hunting. Made me feel like I had a purpose in life. As I was watching TV my phone rang. It was my dad. We barely spoke after I left home when I was 17. We got into a huge fight, but we spoke on holidays and birthdays. Today being neither one, so this was probably an emergency.

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