Tip Toes

ONE

THIRD P.O.V

Metatron and his assistant Neil are in Metatron's office in heaven. Metatron is concentrating on whatever he is writing in a fury on his typewriter.

"So, uh, Metatron. Metatron." Neil started

Silence.

"God?" He tried again

"Just a second."

"Is that the new Angel handbook you're working on, or, uh...?" Neil asked

"No, no, this is a story, Neil, a marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak and...love." Metatron answered

"Sort of like "The Notebook."" Neil commented

"Uh..."

"I love "The Notebook"." Neil added

"No."

Metatron stands and grabs two outfits from the chair and holds them up for Neil to look at.

"Quick. Which makes me look more pathetic?" Metatron asked

"Why do you want to look pathetic? You've just reunited all the angels under the banner of heaven. I mean, that's like..." Neil trailed off

"Winning a People's Choice Award? Not quite the real deal, now, is it?" Metatron said, choosing one of the outfits.

"All set?"

Neil leans over to a box and adjusts some knobs. He then hands Metatron a microphone.

"Uh, yes, sir. Uh, flip the switch...Uh-huh....wait for the light, and bingo." Neil explained

"And every angel in heaven and on earth will hear me?" Metatron asked

"You and only you. The signal blocks out all other voices on angel radio. Come on." Neil confirmed

"Hello? This is Metatron." Metatron tested the microphone but, there is terrible reverb from the mic.

"More reverb." Neil said

"Because I'm Lou Gehrig?" Metatron stated, annoyed.

"Sorry. Sorry." Neil apologized

He adjusts some knobs and then gives Metatron the silent "You're On" finger.

"Don't do that."

Then into the mic

YOUR P.O.V

"I'd like to take a moment to welcome you all back. I want you to know how moved I am that you've accepted me as your new God. My heart, as they say, is full, which is why I want to share some wonderful news with you. I'm going on a short trip. Heaven's door will be temporarily closed pending my return, but rest assured all will be explained. And it will be...Glorious."

You sighed as you massaged your forehead.

"Maybe it's time to intervene, (Y/N)?"

"Dad, the last time I did, during the Salem Witch Trials. I tried to defend those who were wrongly accused but do you know what happens? I get accused of witchcraft and helping the other 'witches'" You angrily huffed.

"And, I kept a low profile for a reason"

"And that reason is?" Dad, or 'God' asked

"The Winchesters"

"(Y/N). They need you." Dad reasoned

"They did well without me during the apocalypse. And they had to fight Raphael, Lucifer and Michael! Plus, Gabriel was on their side. Kinda. And recently they killed Abaddon" You argued back.