Fallen (Unfinished)

12. King of Heaven (part 2)

Chapter 12: King of Heaven (part 2)

Katy

"Ooookay. So Metatron zapped you two from your world into ours. Why would he do that? You two aren't special in any way." - "Hey!" Liz and I said simultaneously and glared at Jo. "Weird..", suddenly Ash said from behind his.. well I'm not sure what it is. Something like a computer. Everyone's attention focused onto Ash. "What?" - "If you two are from an alternative world there'd be a Katherine Dylan and an Elizabeth O'Connell in this world too, right?" - "Guess so..?" I waited for Ash to continue. "Well... I searched for the this-world-yous  with the help of my self-built baby here in Hell, in Purgatory, in Heaven and on Earth and well.. I didn't find anything." Everyone went silent. If Ash couldn't find their doppelgangers nobody can, and that meant they didn't exist here... but how the hell was that possible?! "Good question.", Ellen grumbled. Did I say that aloud? Whoops. "What are we going to do now?", Liz asked, not ready to give up yet. "There's gotta be something." - "Sittin' aroun' ain't gonna help no one. Get yer lazy asses up and start researchin'.", Bobby grumbled and everyone got up and went to do their part to help out. Ash and Jo did research on the computer, Pamela tried to find anything with her psychic-powers that might help  them, Ellen and Bobby went to Bobby's library. Liz and I were going over all the things that happened trying to find anything unusual. We were all engrossed in our work as a bright white light blindend everyone. As I could see again I was sitting in a room in a pretty comfy chair, next to me Liz and in front of us behind a type-writer was the grinning king. "Welcome to heaven, girls. I'm god, nice to meet you."

-

"Metatron", I hissed. He frowned. "Guess you can call me that too but I'd really prefer it if you call me god." Liz snorts. "God, right. You're a nerd who wants to belong to the cool kids. You're a loser. You'll never be god." Metatron pouts. "Ouch! That was pretty harsh, Lizzie. You should show me a bit more respect and gratitude, I mean I brought you two into this world!" - "You got us killed!" - "Oh Boo hoo. Quit crying around. I'll send you back to Sam and Dean as soon as we're done with our talk here." - "Ok. Let's talk. Why did you bring us  here then?" Metatron grinned at that question. "Well... I've got a job for you two and if you do exactly as I tell you to, you'll be send back to your safe little home and everything will be like you used to have it." - "And if we refuse?" - "If you refuse", Metatron smiled sweetly, "you'll be stuck in this universe until you die and your families will never get over the loss of you two." Me and Liz looked at each other and I could see in her eyes that she wouldn't do that to our families. We would do everything to go back. Back to safetly. Back to where Supernatural is just another TV-show. I look back to Metatron and ask warily: "What do you want us to do?" He smirks at us. "Well girls..."

Meanwhile on earth...

Dean

After putting the life-less bodies into the Impala's trunk, we drove back to the bunker. We didn't talk since we got into the car. I looked over at Sam; his eyes were cold as he stared out into the night, his jaw was clenched and his mouth strained into a thin line. "I sent Cas, Charlie and Kevin a message." I said trying to break the tense silence. Sam just kept staring at the road. "Sammy.." - "We need to burn their bodies." I shivered at the harsh and cold tone of my brothers voice. "We don't have to-" - "Tonight. There's a clearing behind the bunker. There's wood in the bunker too." - "Sammy, you need to-" - "No! I don't need to do anything! We need to burn their bodies. That's what we need to do." - "Sam. I know you liked Katy." - "I bareley knew her." - "You still care about her." - "Cared" - "Just because she's dead doesn't mean you stop caring about someone!" Sam looked at Dean with an unreadable look on his face. "Everyone I care about about dies. I quit caring about anyone but you and Cas a long time ago." With that said, Sam focused back onto the road again. I was too dumbstruck to say anything so I just kept my mouth shut.

-

As we arrived at the bunker, Sam went to that clearing to get... everything ready. I quickly informed Charlie, Cas and Kevin what exactly happened and we went to join Sam. We watched the flames licking at their bodies and turning them to ash. Charlie and Kevin were silently crying, while Cas watched the fire in front of him with a pained look on his face and Sam just stared emotionlessly at the two bodies burning away. Cas left first, I wanted to follow, something in his eyes was unsettling me but I stayed because I had to be here for Sammy. Even if we won't admit it, he needed me here, at his side. After a bit Charlie and Kevin went back too, leaving me and Sam there. I went over to him and put my hand on his back, giving him silent comfort. I relaxed as I felt him leaning slightly into my touch. "it'll be okay, Sammy. I'm here.", I whispered. "Why does everyone around me keep dying, Dean?" I tensed up at that. "This was definately none of your fault, Sammy." - "How can you say that?! Every relationship I ha-" - "You didn't have a relationship with her." - "But I liked her! I wanted to be in a relationship with her!" - "That is not the reason they died!" Sam went silent. I know I shouldn't have yelled at him but I was just - this is so frustrating! I shook my head and walked away. I needed to cool down. My vision was blurry and I tried to blink and clear my sight. Only as I was standing in my and Cas' room and heard a sob, did I realize that I was crying. I crawled into my bed and cried silently into the pillow. After a while I calmed down. That's when I noticed that Cas wasn't in our room. Maybe he's reading, it helps him to get his mind off of the stuff that's going on. I got up and decided to take a shower. As I picked up some clean clothes, I noticed a note on my desk. I picked it up and furrowed my brows. It was Cas' handwriting. Dread started creeping up my back. I started to read:

Dear Dean, I apologize profously that I'm doing this to you but I have no other choice...