Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 30 - Who Created the Creator?

Cas' POV

"Commander," called Hannah as she approached him. "You have an urgent message from Camael."

"Camael?" sad Cas, as he reached for the message, puzzlement showing on his face.

As he read the message his puzzlement grew deeper. "He needs to see me at my earliest convenience. I have no idea why. Hannah, you're in charge. I'll return as soon as I can," he said and winked out.

As soon he appeared in front of Camael's office door, he was ushered inside by an aide, and taken directly to the Archangel's inner sanctum.

"Castiel," said Camael, his voice tinkling musically as usual. "Thank you for coming so quickly. Please, sit down. Jonathan," he said to his aide, "please bring us some refreshments."

Cas looked worried. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, no, nothing is wrong," he answered. "Not exactly 'wrong' per se, no. But important nevertheless, yes. Something I think you need to hear."

"Okay?" said Cas questioningly.

Just then Jonathan returned with some tea and a variety of little cakes and cookies on a platter. The tea smelled wonderful. He poured the tea into two cups and served them to the two higher angels. "That will all, thank you Jonathan. Please do not disturb us until I call for you again." Jonathan took his leave, and Cas turned to the archangel questioningly.

"Now Castiel, do you remember when you were here last you posed the question of how beings could be real in one universe and fictional on another?"

"Yes, of course! Why? Did you find something out?"

"Well, you're question intrigued me, so I paid a call on our brother, Metatron."

"Metatron!" Exclaimed Cas, looking worried.

"Of course, Metatron," answered Camael. "If anyone had any knowledge of such a thing, it would be he."

"But Metatron? Camael, you know he is at war with me. If he suspects my interest in this question. It could have consequences for those involved."

"Do not worry, Castiel, Metatron and I have had many such philosophical conversations over the millennia, why would he suspect anything. I never mentioned your name at all. I simply went for a friendly visit, and posed a philosophical question, as we have done with each other many times. There is no reason for him to suspect any higher motivation on my part. Please do calm yourself Castiel."

Cas calmed down a little, but still did not look very happy.

"Castiel," continued Camael. You must understand. I have already lost too many brothers. I do not wish to lose any more. I cannot diffuse the situation which is happening between you. But I will not take a side. I will not become a part of it. You are both my brothers, and it pains me to watch what is happening. But it is what it is. Now, do you wish to know what I found out?"

Cas sighed, and said gently, "Yes, of course. Forgive my emotional reaction."

Camael smiled and said, "All right then. Our brother had some interesting light to shed on the subject. According to him, many universes have sprung up from fictional writings. I believe your Winchester boys have even encountered such a world?"

"Yes, that is true."

"Yes." Camael stated. "Such universes appear as a matter of course, simply because a work of fiction is written. The fictional worlds usually mirror the writings, but when the writing is done, the universe may continue, making its own course."

Camael stopped to take a sip of tea and a bite of his cake. "However," he continued, "according to Metatron, in order to have a fictional universe that mirrors a real one, there has to be some intelligence behind it. There has to be someone or something deliberately involved, causing the events to happen in parallel. And when it involves specific people, people who actually even look alike and act alike, well, Metatron says that would require a very powerful entity to achieve it, and a very long time to put everything in motion."

Castiel looked very worried. "That is exactly what I was thinking myself. But who could do such a thing and why?" He asked. "There are so few archangels left, and I can't see any one of you doing such a thing. And no one of my level of ability could do it. So who, or what, are we talking about here?"

"'And that is the crux of the matter is it not? I posed that very question to Metatron myself."

"And what was his answer?" asked Cas hesitantly.

"He said, 'Consider this, my brother; everything and everyone who has ever existed has to have been created by someone or something else.'"

Castiel stared at him for some time. Then he finally found his voice. "Was he…" he paused for a second. "Was he intimating that our own Father was created by someone else? That God, our Father, was not always in existence, as we have always believed?"

Camael gave a little nod and took a sip of tea. "I do believe," he answered, "that that is exactly what he was suggesting."

Neither angel spoke for a very long time, both lost in their own thoughts. Then Cas said, fear evident in his voice, "If such a thing is true, and some extremely powerful entity has been interfering in the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester for its own ends, then we may have put them and the girls in terrible danger by bringing them together."

Again Camael nodded. "Now you understand the urgency of my message," he said.