The end." Metatron typed into his typewriter. "DAMN IT!" He yelled, slamming his fist against the table. His secretary walked in upon hearing the loud bang. "Have you finished your fanfiction, Sir?" She asked. Metatron wiped the sweat off of his forehead. "Yes." He sighed, taking the paper out of the typewriter and putting it in a drawer. "So what's wrong, Sir? Aren't you happy that it finally got finished?" She questioned him. He ran his hands tiredly through his hair, "That's the problem! I HAVE RAN OUT OF STUDENTS!" "But, Sir," She said, "Didn't you hear?" Metatron stood up quickly, flipping his chair over. "WHAT?!" He yelled. "There are two new students, Sam and Dean Winchester, Sir."
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