Supernatural - Wingless

Eighteen

Somehow, Dean fought of Sam and Cas. I looked at Gadreel then back to Dean. "Drop the blade, Dean." Sam ordered.
"Sam, move." Dean had a wild look in his eyes, a look of relief and rage.
"Dean." I swallowed.
"Sam. Move." Dean warned, Cas and I stepped forward and restrained him once again, Sam yanked the blade from Dean's hand and Dean relaxed a little. We used this time to pull him into the cellar and lock the door, the faint smell of sulphur in the air.
"What the Hell, if you think I'm taking a ride with this one guys..." Dean glared at Sam.
"What is wrong with you Dean?" Sam asked, a pleading tone laced his voice. "And until we figure out what, you have to stay." Dean looked at me sadly.
"Sorry Dean." I looked away as I said It, knowing that Dean's green eyes would reflect every Inch of pain that would hit him at my reply. He looked at us.
"And you three are gonna do what, take on Metatron yourselves? Well, that's smart. No wait..." He pointed at Cas. "You, lost your angel army." I stepped forward, he turned to Sam. "And you're the one trying to lock up the one who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch! Hell of a plan guys!" Sam and Cas turned away and left the room.
"And me?" I folded me arms. He blinked.

Dean and I... We had a mutual understanding, a natural instinct that linked like two puzzle pieces, because I was him and Sam. Sam just... He was the odd one out, but he was amazing anyway, me and Dean just had a more infinite bond.

"You are protected. By Hell, Heaven, Earth. Everything, although they may challenge you, has a sole purpose of not starting up your nuclear time bomb. And I lied. You are the only other king that can kill Metatron, you are the modern 'Savour'. You can save anybody, do anything. But I won't let you get hurt, I'd rather die." I stood confused, figuring out his words, they hit me like a million bullets. I nodded.
"I'm sorry Dean." I left the cellar and bolted the door. "But Is rather die than make you go back to Hell." It's true, Dean and I both went to hell, and we would rather go back ourselves to prevent the other from going back there.

I entered the hall just as Sam was locking away the first blade, talking about Gadreel with Cas. He closed the pure iron safe. I looked a pool of blood on the floor. "Where's Gadreel?" Cas and Sam looked up. Gadreel was gone. A trail of blood lead away from the bunker.
'Hello? This is Metatron.' Sound shot through my head, a searing pain passed through me, I sat on the cold ground with my back against the bunker door, holding my head and getting my teeth. "Lina, are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, just go." Sam nodded.

'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.'
The pain faded a little, I closed my eyes and ignored the remaining pain, focusing on Metatron's words.
'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, just assured, all will be explained. And it will be, Glorious.'
The pain ceased and I slowly lifted up my head, where was he going? Why? A mal part of me wanted to go to Dean, to work out a way of killing Metatron now, the two of us. But Dean was in no fit state, we all knew that.

~*~

Cas and Sam finally showed, Gadreel in the car with them, I sighed in relief and we headed into the bunker. "Did you hear Metatron?" I asked, Cas tilted his head before replying.
"Yes, he's going to reveal himself to humanity. How did you-"
"Don't play the act Cassie. You shod have told me the reason behind my angelic side." I replied, we walked to the table only to the the safe open. And the blade gone.
"What's that smell?" Gadreel asked.
"Sulphur." Sam and I replied. Sam looked as if he was ready to kill Dean.
"We'll find him." I muttered. We will find him. I hope.