A New Kind of Life (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

Heaven's Gates

Dean's POV

Crowley hustled me toward the blinding white room, the Celestial beings that flooded the room not noticing us. How did they not notice us? I didn't question as Crowley practically shoved me through. I decided that objecting was pointless, and this was where Metatron was. This was where my mission would be completed. This was a first. My mission only took a few hours. Maybe Crowley would be helpful sometimes.

The First Blade was tucked in the back of my pants like a gun, but, wary of Heaven, I grabbed it, pulling it out. The power immediately flooded through me, the Mark of Cain burning familiarly against my skin, but it didn't burn deeply anymore. My skin felt loose, like I could slip out of it whenever I felt like. I supposed that I could now, my soul twisted and corrupted by Hell. I could just slide out whenever I felt, and maybe that was why the Mark wasn't hurting so badly.

"Whoa, man, get that thing away from me." The Reaper said defensively, holding his hand up to protect himself.

I just sneered at him and stepped through the hole in the wall. We stepped through and a mix of pain, irritability, and disgust flooded over me. I squinted to look around and immediately discovered that I preferred the dark. I looked around, the blinding light erupting from every angel there. They were beautiful and majestic and disgusting. They looked just like white light, a vague outline of a human being formed by it. There were large angel wings protruding from this light, most of them white but some of them having different colored wings, from gold to gray to brown to red. Beautiful and hideous all at once.

I turned back toward Crowley, the only one who looked semi-normal. I could see his soul, all black and tainted, but it looked okay, normal to me. At least he wasn't blinding, not like the angels. I could still see Crowley's vessel to an extent, like it was a mix of his soul and the man that I had seen so many times before. But I couldn't make out a single vessel, and I couldn't tell who anybody was.

Was Cas going to look like this?

My heart almost stopped. Cas was my best friend, my other brother. He was a third of Team Free Will. Was I going to be disgusted and apalled by him now? Was I never going to see his face again? I wanted to puke almost. He was my best friend, and I didn't want to be disgusted by him.

"Is this what they'll always look like?" I inquired.

"Only in Heaven. Something about the atmosphere here, or something. Disgusting, isn't it? But you don't always see them like that. You'll see your boyfriend's wings, but he'll look like his vessel. Don't worry about it, Squirrel." Crowley replied.

I let out a short sigh of relief. I sure hoped that they wouldn't look like this all the time. They didn't seem to notice us, which was odd. How could they not notice two demons in their sanctuary? And the King of Hell and the Father of Murder, of all demons! How did they not notice us? I wasn't going to question, but curiosity got the better of me.

"Why can't they see us?" I inquired.

"Bit of ancient British technology I acquired in a fight with an angel inside of a plumber. It'll make these angels, and all beings for that matter, not notice us unless they were thinking about us. Just special wood. I slipped it in your pocket when we were driving." He explained.

I dug my hand in my pocket and, just as the King of Hell had said, there was a piece of wood in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was just a chip of wood about the size of my thumb, painted blue. My eyes lingered upon it for just a moment before I shoved it back into my pocket, deciding not to question anymore.

"Alright. Let's find Metatron." I muttered.