A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter Eight

           "It's a good idea, one I have thought of before but we can't trust Metatron, plus I don't even know where he is," Cas sighed leaning back in his chair.

"We can call Hannah, she must know where Metatron is," I suggested.

"We aren't calling Hannah," Cas snapped. Blinking a few times I looked away from him. "I - I'm sorry," Cas apologized. "I shouldn't have spoken to you that way," he added.

"Why won't you call Hannah?" My voice stayed soft. Cas's eyes looked away from mine.

"Because she can't help us, she's tried already but it didn't do anything. I just need more time to think," he responded. Standing up I stretched.

"Okay you think I'm going to stretch my legs for a bit," I called walking away.

            I went to the lower part of the bunker, I really wanted to see the dungeons and all of the cool torturing devices, devices of course I couldn't use because it counted as dark. The farther down I went the more dark it got, it felt really creepy. In the show it seemed natural but actually living it was a little creepier. I didn't know where I was going but I figured they'd keep the dungeon on the lowest level.

"Is anyone out there?! I need to use the bathroom!" I knew that voice. But it couldn't have been him. Cas just told me that he didn't know where he was. "Hello!" The nasally voice had been confirmation enough for me to know. Turning left I opened the door where Metatron's voice echoed from. Bursting in, he continued to talk, he sat in a chair, his arms and legs chained together. He looked tired and evil.

"Oh finally, I really have to go - Oh I don't think I know you." Metatron stopped talking.

"No you don't but I know all about you - you ass!" I snapped. Silently I debated hitting him or not but then I thought about what he did to Cas and I went for it. Strutting right up to him I took my hand and brought it down on his face. My hand tingled but it was worth it.

"That's for Castiel," I snarled. I felt angry, at him, at Cas.

"How do you know what I did to Cas, you're no angel, not that I can tell anymore." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. Metatron smiled sinisterly, it made me sick.

"What do you mean, anymore? That last time I saw you, you plunged an angel blade inside of Dean, made Castiel the pariah of Heaven. You took his grace! Cas is upstairs trying to think of a way to find you but you're here... Does he know that you're here and why... why?" Words didn't come out anymore.

"Yes I did all of that. Castiel knows I'm here and he knows that I know where his grace is. I'm human now, Castiel took my grace, he's using my grace to survive - bet he didn't tell you any of that," he sneered. Growling I struck him again. "Don't take your anger with the angel out on me!" he yelled.

"Poppy! Where are you?" Sam's booming voice echoed in the hallway.

"Poppy!" It was Cas's voice this time. My blood boiled towards him.

"I'm in here!" I hollered back, not taking my eyes away from Metatron.

"Poppy you shouldn't be in here," Sam's soft voice came from behind but I remained where I was.

"Whew if looks could kill I'd hate to be the one die from that look," Metatron commented. Sam grabbed my arm but he didn't feel like Sam, turning around I saw that Cas had grabbed me, Sam stood a little farther back. Glaring at Cas I ripped my arm away and walked out of the room.

I walked towards my room, heated with fury. I saw myself as a tolerant person but one thing I would never tolerate is lying. I heard Cas call my name but I ignored him.