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"Crowley...."
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2spooky-fingers-of-craig started following you
"Crowley...."
{He still had duties to preform unfortunately. Pulling out a rolled up scribe tied up with a golden ribbon, Metatron nodded some}
A message for you from… Well, from someone with more power than you know.
How ominous, darling.
He can be, yes. It's just stating about the times you've faked your death. That's all I know though.
righteousdisaster started following you
"Dean Winchester. What brings you to my humble book store?"
"Research—- Wai—- How—- Who are you?"
"I am Metatron. I have been wondering when you would be showing up." He let his eyes go from their hidden blue color to their natural yellow.
thescribeandsuckup
"Do you truly think your power rivals mine?"
His head turned and eyes glowed a bright, molten gold."I know it surpasses it, but I do not boast about it like you demi-gods."
righteousdisaster started following you
"Dean Winchester. What brings you to my humble book store?"
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The yellow-eyed scribe paused as he felt someone come into his book store. Hiding his eyes and turning them blue, he set his tea down.
"Can I help you?"
thescribeandsuckup
{ The point of finishing a work day early was that it meant that the rest of the day was left to do with as she pleased. Not this time, apparently. }
Hello dear.
{He still had duties to preform unfortunately. Pulling out a rolled up scribe tied up with a golden ribbon, Metatron nodded some}
A message for you from... Well, from someone with more power than you know.
Metatron looked to John, allowing his eyes to turn to their natural yellow. “As you wish, doctor Watson.” He had learned over time that truth was not always for the better-hence why he hid the tablets. He hoped Sherlock was as ready for the punishment of his betrayal as he hoped John would be for the truth. “I cannot bring a already living man back to life. Sherlock Holmes is very much alive and doing what must be done before returning.”
The yellow eyes made John step back, however the words did not set well with the ex-army man. John swallowed tightly, looking at the man incredulously. “No,” he breathed. “You’re lying!” He raged. “You’re lying because you don’t want me to read anything about raising a zombie, or whatever happens when I finally get him back!”
"Do not call me a liar when you wished for the truth. I am Metatron, scribe of God- Archangel of goodness, love, and creativity." He took a calming breath before going in the back before returning with a book. "You may read what I have, but remember what I said: You cannot bring a living man back to life."
"Scribe of—" John shook his head, "Look, I stopped believing in ‘God’ when I was in the war, alright?" John snapped. "I just want my best mate back, and the life we were having before everything happened. That’s it."
"Humans." Metatron sighed some, hiding his eyes once more. "Though I can understand what war does to a being, you should really re-consider the fact that God and angels are very much real. So is my brother Lucifer and demons and all those things that go bump in the night."
I've decided to bring my Metatron back. I haven't seen the new SPN episodes, but I hope yall will be cool still with my AU Metatron.
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Just incase there’s a demon
Metatron looked to John, allowing his eyes to turn to their natural yellow. “As you wish, doctor Watson.” He had learned over time that truth was not always for the better-hence why he hid the tablets. He hoped Sherlock was as ready for the punishment of his betrayal as he hoped John would be for the truth. “I cannot bring a already living man back to life. Sherlock Holmes is very much alive and doing what must be done before returning.”
The yellow eyes made John step back, however the words did not set well with the ex-army man. John swallowed tightly, looking at the man incredulously. “No,” he breathed. “You’re lying!” He raged. “You’re lying because you don’t want me to read anything about raising a zombie, or whatever happens when I finally get him back!”
"Do not call me a liar when you wished for the truth. I am Metatron, scribe of God- Archangel of goodness, love, and creativity." He took a calming breath before going in the back before returning with a book. "You may read what I have, but remember what I said: You cannot bring a living man back to life."
"Why find a father who does not wish to aid his children with the messes he made himself? I gave up on him and his wrath eons ago."
"So are you just happy with letting chaos rule?"
"No, but it is impossible to cease the ignorance of angels that wish to continue God's rule or get the ones who wish for new rules to end their fighting against one another."