Supernatural

"You all think that I'm the bad guy? That under my rule you'd it hard? I'm gonna accept that I did some mistakes, but be sure that working with that crazy brotherly duo wasn't one of them. Without them, there wouldn't be any hell, heaven or earth. No souls to collect for you, well, in the end, there would be no you eider. I'm leaving you because you are pathetic and can't be trusted. I'm leaving and I'm going to left you without a ruler, try and work without a leader, you rats. I'm done here, so rot in hell."

"Hello Cas, what are you reading?" Asked Sam, after he entered the library.
"Morning Sam, I think it's called Romeo and Juliet, it was written by some Shakespeare if it's correct."
Sam was a little bit shocked. "Cas, are aware that's a romantic book? Like one of the most favourite romantic story ever?"
"I didn't know that, but I liked the way it's written, it caught my attention with the old language. But the story... they should listen to their parents, they were too young to know what is good for them."
"Maybe you should try something different. Hamlet maybe?"

"And what if I say... no?"
"Well, I thought that the knife on your neck should give you the answer."
"That's your biggest problem you suppose that I'm scared to die. You know the thing is I would rather die than lead you to my daughter, I would rather die than lead to my brother or my boyfriend... I would rather die than lead you anywhere than to hell."
"I sort of expected this answer, you Winchesters are so predictable, but little trouble could change your mind... why are you smiling?"
"You wanted to meet my boyfriend? Just turn around."

Dean was wondering with his laptop around the bunker. He went into the kitchen and nothing. He went to the library and nothing. His room, shower, garage, dungeon... nothing.
No internet connection what so ever.
He checked the router it was working. He assumed that because the lights were still on the electricity is working as well.
Extremely frustrated he went to make a coffee for himself, and he absolutely didn't spike it, not even little bit.
With an annoyed grunt, he set down in the kitchen.
From nowhere the connection was back.
"Hey Dean, I brought you a burger."

"Gabriel, what's the dog doing on my bed?" The archangel just looked up from his book.
"It seems that he's sitting there Sammkins, and it's our bad."
Sam in a little-frustrated move ruffles his hair. "First I can see him sitting Gabriel, but why he's even here. And this's still my bed, you've yours."
Gabriel stood up and when to pet the dog. "Well, this is Loki, my dog and I couldn't let him alone any longer. And don't worry he doesn't bite, but his master could." And with a shark as a smile, he threw himself on the hunter.

Cas lost his grace, again. But this time he wasn't so lost and he went shopping.
One morning Dean walked into the kitchen, his eyes still closed. "Morning Cas." He made his way to the coffee machine.
At that moment Cas stood up and made his way to Dean.
"Dean are you ok, you're pouring hot coffee on yourself. Why are you staring at my trousers? Is something wrong with them? I've been told that leather suits me and that it's making my bottom looks ripe, even if I don't know what that means. Dean, your face is getting red."

"Hey Cas, what are you doing?" Dean was looking at Cas with worry. The angel was drowning in papers. "Is it research? Are you working on a case?"
"No Dean, I'm trying to fill these taxes." The hunter looked shocked. "Cas, you don't have income, you don't pay taxes."
"But Dean, they very saying on the tv that only two things are unavoidable... taxes and death."
"Well, we never ever paid taxes and with the death is not so sure either, buddy. So chill out, take a beer and we're going to talk about not listening the television so much."

"Sam are you sure about this?"
"Yes Dean, I read it twice and I asked even Rowena."
"From what day we're asking witches for help? Dammit, Sammy, we're supposed to kill witches, not ask them for advice."
"I know Dean right, but what else I supposed to do? The curse is weird and starting affect the whole town."
"Oh right, oh right, read it one more time to me."
"We have to push Aries down the hill, and it doesn't specify if it has to be animal or human, so..."
"Well, let's find both and push them down the hill."

"Gabriel, where are you? You can't do this! We need to talk! NOW!"
Sam is angry, he's marching around the kitchen in small circles and he's forgetting to pay attention to another two things.
First on the chair was sitting little girl who called him dad two days ago, and the second was his sleepy brother.
"Why are you screaming here? If he didn't answer you in the last two days, why do you think it's gonna suddenly change? I think we should start asking her the right questions."
The brothers turn to look at the now little scared girl.

Metatron, the God's scribe.
We're gonna miss you, that's actually not a true. Nobody is gonna miss you. You spent your life writing down rules for everybody else, but you decided that the rules don't apply to you. You tortured ower beloved angel and spent almost all of your given time with whining and blaming others.
Your life ends up tragically but at least you tried to be a good gay in the end. You sacrificed yourself for the greater good and did the right thing in the end, but it never erases all your sins. Rest in the nothingness.