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[essayist]

Sure is a lot of drama.

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[notarambler]

[Sam has been holding his anger in over the last few hours. He lets it go with a hard and fast punch.]

[essayist]

[Takes it to the face, flailing backwards with hands at his nose. Oh wait, he's an angel, if he'd been human it would have really hurt. Throws an indignant look at Sam over his hands.]

Can't say hello like a normal human being?

[notarambler]

You killed him......you angelic bastard how am I supposed to say hello with fucking cookies?

[Sam is trembling with rage.]

[essayist]

[Holds a hand up in the gesture of "one minute", takes a few seconds to heal his nose. Okay, better.]

Where were we? Oh right. Yes I did, it's a terrible tragedy that you weren't there sooner. What took you so long?

Please pardon her. Being stuck on the sidelines helplessly watching for 4 seasons sucks ass.

[grace_optional]

[HELLO METATRON, HAVE ANOTHER PUNCH IN THE NOSE FROM A LONG-LOST SISTER. Who is in fact an angel and punches really, really hard, despite being inconveniently dead.]


[[OOC: Please pardon her. Being stuck on the sidelines helplessly watching for 4 seasons and counting sucks ass.]]

All good, all good!

[essayist]

[Doesn't even see that one coming, and that one actually breaks his vessel's nose. Poor Marv. Metatron's going to clutch his nose, glaring over and ignoring the blood pouring between his fingers.]

Ow?

[doublecrossroads]

Sure is. Can't say I'm too upset though.

[The results could have been much worse. In fact, he's rather pleased with how it turned out, in a way.]

[essayist]

[What, no punch?]

You would have thought the world had ended with the noise they're making.

[doublecrossroads]

[No, no need. Things are going exceptionally well for Crowley right now.]

You did allegedly kill everyone's favorite darling. But no matter on that front.

[essayist]

[Good for you.]

Oh I would have thought that was Castiel. But then I've just killed a part of him he'll never get back. Good enough.

[doublecrossroads]

And what if I told you that dear old Dean isn't quite... dead?

[Someone doesn't quite know their first blade and mark of Cain lore.]

[grace_optional]

[GOOD.]

[Through her teeth, looking as though she may very well decide to hit him again, maybe several times] You smarmy little twerp. They should have taken your grace and dumped you in Oymyakon.

[essayist]

[Has to fix his nose for the second time today, thanks. Metatron is just going to throw a baleful look.]

Sorry, I don't like snow. And I was helping, in the long run.

[essayist]

I wouldn't be too surprised. Just disappointed in such an obvious twist.

[Heavy sigh. Not the best of news.]

[notarambler]

I went for another option first and it failed.

[Sam looks like he is about to punch the angel again.]

Bring him...back.

[freetobe]

I'd prefer if you didn't see fit to bring it to the Underworld.

[He has people he cares about there, damn it, and no knowledge of Metatron that will prevent Bad Things.]

[essayist]

[Ready to actually move, should another punch come his way.]

Why would I? That would undo a lot of work I did. I don't owe you anything either, so... I'm sorry Sam, Dean is dead.

[essayist]

Well I didn't start it. I didn't finish it either, much to my chagrin. A good author never leaves an open ending, but you left me no choice Castiel.

[doublecrossroads]

It may not be quite as obvious as you think.

[Or maybe it is. Crowley doesn't particularly care, he's just excited about the possibilities.]

[freetobe]

The choices were yours. And if you think we won't stand against you successfully a second time, you are sorely mistaken.

[grace_optional]

That's the idea.

Oh, don't you dare try to feed me that line, you arrogant, presumptuous, self-important...little...hack! The only reason anybody needed your 'help' was because you manipulated everybody in sight and then kicked them out of Heaven in the first place. You ought to be plucked and roasted for Ezekiel's sake alone, never mind the rest.

[essayist]

So what deus ex machina was it this time?

[Contain yourself, Crowley.]

[essayist]

Funny.

And look, you don't know what was going on in Heaven then. Or how angels were acting. I united them under one banner, I got them all working towards a common goal. What's the harm in that?

[essayist]

No, I mean you left me no choice in leaving the ending open. The rest I definitely did make those choices, and I'd make them again too. Well, I'd tweak a few things, but then no first draft is ever perfect Castiel. Second ones always go better.

[doublecrossroads]

Let's just say that I have a new demon.

[Okay, that's actually exactly what he has. Oh well.]