Amara's Niece

Metatron

Metatron was rallying forces of fallen angels and demons in order to overthrow my claim to the throne of heaven. He claimed that I abandoned Heaven and therefore have to right to just, "walk back in here like you own the place, because you don't" Which is just absolutely absurd. Many had died in our battle. Hundreds of my brothers and sisters. Raphael was killed in a trap set by metatron. Metatron even killed kevin. He was trying to destroy me and I was just about finished with his crap. He had the angel tablet on his side and was using it to hurt the angels who fought with me. I wanted his head on my wall. So I guess you could say that I'm a little stressed.

Dean had the First Blade. I could see the change in him. Every second it was on his arm his soul grew darker and darker.

Dean did kill Abbadon.

But at what cost? Dean was struggling to keep his bloodlust in check. He was hurting people. He was becoming just like Lucifer. He needs to kill. He is violent and uncontrollable. He's like a drug addict but his drug is in blood.

Metatron was going after humanity in order to try to get the upper hand. He was going around the country healing people on camera. He was tricking them into thinking he was God. The boys were helping us with our civil war. But even with them and me, lives were bound to be lost. Dean was angry and he wanted Metatrons head. We locked Dean up. We had to... He was NOT happy about. We took the blade from him but it was hurting him.

Apparently Dean got crowley to help him escape. He was going after Metatron... alone.

We caught up to Dean and convinced him to come with us. To fight with us. We followed the trail of viral videos Metatron left. We came to a camp of homeless people. I felt it. The loss of one of my brothers. Metatron had convinced the humans to defend him and kill the blasphemer that threatened their messiah. The humans killed the angel in cold blood with Metatron's blade. "Eden? Dean? He said you were coming... He's in there. Praying for our forgiveness." One of the homeless women said. "Is he now?" Dean said as we walked side by side towards the building.

We walked into the factory, metatron is in a meditation pose on the floor at the back of the warehouse. "You can save the humble-pie Jesus routine for somebody who gives a damn." Dean said. "The problem with you, Dean, is the cynicism. Always with the cynicism. But most people -- even the real belly crawlers living in filth...Or Brentwood...They don't want to be cynical. They just want something. to believe in. Even angels... they want something they can count on. That they can believe in." Metatron announced looking poignantly at me. "If not me then who would that be... you?" I spat. "Why not me?" Metatron said. Dean shook his head, "You've been working those people outside for, what, a day? They've already spilled blood in your name. You are nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings." Metatron finally stands from his place on the floor.

"So I'm a fake. Do you have any idea how much pan-cake makeup and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And, you know, humans sense that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in his name. And for what?! So they could die of malaria? Leukemia? And all the while, blaming themselves! "Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, "God would have loved me! God would have saved me!" You know what?! God didn't even know their name! But I do. Because I've walked among them. And I can save them. NOT EDEN, ME!" Metatron ranted. "Sure, you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible and "What would Metatron do?" is on every bumper." Dean said. "And? What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want, giving them a brand they can believe in?" Dean walked closer to Metatron starting to unwrap the First Blade in his hand. "I'm blaming you for Kevin! I'm blaming you for Raphael. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning The World Series in the last 100 freaking years. Whatever it is... I'm blaming you." Dean said holding the blade. "The First Blade. Nasty piece of work, isn't she? Okay, let's say you win, Dean, and I die. What's the world left with then, hmm? A herd of panty-waisted angels and Eden?" Dean stepped closer. "Yeah, you see, the only thing you've said that went into my ear was that you die." Metatron nodded, "Ohh. Fine. We'll fight. I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this... But before we begin. I brought something too."