Burning Blood [Crybaby Creek sequel]

Metatron.

I left them staring at space and flew into heaven. I landed in an office occupied by a grubby looking angel writing on an old typewriter.

"Metatron." I addressed him.
"Yes. How did you get here? Heaven is sealed off."
"Yes to pure angels that have no wings and actually need to be connected to heaven."
"Well, by that I gather you have wings, don't need to be connected to Heaven, and aren't pure angel... you aren't a Nephilim either." He looked me over. "What are you?"

"Reanna Yom. A half Demon Angel from the planet Galliffrey. Unconnected to heaven, and still powerful enough to fly from the beginning of earth to the end of the universe and back in an hour. Breaking into heaven was like stepping over a crack on the sidewalk." As I talked, Metatron's face went from confusion to fanboy to awe.

"Wow. I cant believe I'm meeting you. You have your own tablet. No other single created being has that. Angels were taught to time travel from a small passage."
"Where is it?"

"God had me put it inside a funny blue box. Bigger on the inside."

My eyebrows rose.
"Oh really? Is it warded against me?"

He started laughing. An annoying gafaw like a braying donkey.

"Nothing can be completely warded against you! You could be the new God."
"New God?"

My question popped his bubble.
"You don't know? Well...Daddy's gone. Been gone for a couple millenia. No one know where he is. The position is open. Heaven is a mess. Wanna help rebuild this once beautiful place?"

I looked around.

"Nah."
"What?"
"Nope."
"But this is your home."
"No it isn't."
"The angels are your brothers and sisters."
"And Castiel is my mom. Your point?"
"You should help them."
"Should I help out Hell too? Give my dearest daddy a hand? No? OK then."

"You wouldn't betray your own kin."

"Ok hold on....I killed my daughter...tortured my husband...I've butchered demons...I've slaughtered angels...I have killed humans like pests....I have even burned my own planet....So yeah, I would 'betray my own kin'. Besides I already know how this ends."

"Oh you do? I thought only the author of a story knows the ending before it is published."
"Yeah well...I may not be the Author or the Finisher....but neither are you doodle boy. I can see all of time and space...wanna know your future?"
"Hmm...I would like that."

I picked up a mixed up Rubik's cube and started fiddling.

"You will become all powerful, finally defeat Castiel, have the Winchester heads on platters, all the angels will love you, then you will do something stupid, and I will cut your heart out with a plastic spork and return things to how they should be."

He was silent. Holding a breath he really didn't need.

"Well it's either that or you kill Dean, he turns into a demon with power over all other demons, you are overthrown, imprisoned, and your precious little grace is removed. You become human because Castiel couldn't find it in his heart to kill another angel. That and you are full of information. Personally I would love to go find a spork. Because as you died I would bring all the angels and humans that you killed back, and the last thing you would see would be our smirks. The last thing you would hear would be our laughter."

He gulped.
"So um...which is it?"

"Neither, both, A, B, To get to the other side. The Chicken came first. 3.1457. Wibbly wobbly Timey wimey stuff. Because that's how Moffat writes the show. All of the above. None of the above. It all depends on choices made."

"So you don't know?"

"Do I know? Do I not know? Am I lying? Yes, yes and yes. But only I know which one is a lie, or which ones are lies. What details are left out."

"You are lots of fun aren't you?" He looked straight in my eyes. He jumped as I flashed them to the dark purple.

"Oh yes."
"And those wings are the most beautiful..."
"So I've heard."
"You are a legend. You could be the ruler of heaven, alongside me, the Goddess."
"No. I couldnt."

He put his hands on my shoulders.
"You would be perfect. I'll be by your side the whole time."
He then tried to kiss me, tongue and all.

I punched him in the jaw and he tumbled over the desk. I wiped my mouth.

"Try that again and you will be spending a millenia in hell, then purgatory. I don't care what I see. Time can be rewritren. I will kill you. Got it?"
"Uhhhhh...." He was barely consious.

I left and popped on the Tardis.

"Doctor! I need to find a tablet. Probably just a big hunk of rock, but could be a smooth stone with writing on it. Have you seen it?"

"Oh wow..... I haven seen it in over a thousand years....try the geography wing, striped corridor." I flew there and quickly found the large rock. As I picked it up, it burned and blistered my hands. I flew back to the consol and dropped it. It cracked and shook the Tardis.

"Ow... stone used in a baptismal, anointed with holy oil and salt..Crap that hurts." I shook my hands and blew on them.

I kicked the stone apart to reveal a smaller, black stone.

"What is that?" John asked.
"A tablet written by God...mostly...scribe made a few notes...about me."
"What does it say?"

I looked at him.
"No clue. I can't read it. I need a prophet."
Sherlock scoffed.
"You can't read? You are a celestial being, and you can't read?"

"It is written in the language of God. Only prophets can read it...there are no prophets... wait...no prophets?....Castiel! How are there no prophets?!"

"Metatron cast a spell."
"Crap."
"Can't you do something?"
"I don't know Cassy, maybe...There was one prophet per archangel, picked from the beginning of the human race."
"You did not have one. There were only seven."
"Your right I didn't have one. On earth. Doctor. Catch!"

I tossed the stone to him. He fumbled and dropped it. The tablet broke.

"And now we have an unreadable, broken rock." Sherlock snipped.

"Pick it up and put the pieces together." I told the Doctor. He followed my orders but nothing happened. I huffed a little.

"I thought that maybe my prophet was the last Time Lord...apparently not..." I looked down at the broken stone.

"What did you think would happen? The stone be fixed and the alien be able to read it? That is preposterous!" He took the stone from the Doctor's hands. " No matter how many people put the two halves together, they will never be healed!" He put them together in demonstration, but the second he did, the two became one.

He stared in bewilderment. I touched his forehead and he collapsed.

"What did you do?" John asked, scared for his friend."Is he dead?"
"No, just unconscious. He just became a prophet of the Lord."
"Lady."
I turned to Cass.
"What?"
"You just created a new order of prophet. The spell stopped God's prophets forever. You just created your own. And all the angels know it."