I was lying upside-down in my seat when Sam and Cas returned. "Where's Megabitch?" I asked.

"The other angels refuse to let us in heaven," Cas explained "Last time Dean was . . . overly violent with Metatron."

"I see. Look guys I have the tablet at the bunker and God-translate in my head. Maybe we don't need him."

"Maria you said you were having trouble reading the demon tablet," Sam said "and Dean's getting worse. We can't wait on this anymore. We're going to break him out."

"I know but this just seems like a really bad idea."

"At this point it's our only option." Cas said.

"Fine," I sat right-side up. "So I'm assuming you have a way to get into high-security heaven without permission?"

"Bobby."

:::Time skip brought to you by R2D2:::

"So back in the '50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic. He performed everywhere . . . carnivals, Atlantic City . . . you name it. He was the real deal. Now, the Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they got . . . you know." Sam said.

"Brutally slaughtered?" Cas suggested helpfully.

"Thanks for lightening the mood," I mumbled. The angel gave me one of those confused looks.

"The point is," Sam continued "he's one of the good guys. He might be happy to see us."

"Or not." Castiel said, looking at the many many signs with various words that meant "Go Away!"

Sam knocked on the door. "Mr. Pryce?" There was no response so he knocked again. "Oliver Pryce!"

"I'll break it down." Cas stepped forward to break down the door.

"Dude, dude, dude." Sam stopped him. "Chill."

"What?" Cas asked "I'm helping."

"Just follow my lead," Sam said "Mr. Pryce? This is Sam-"

"Winchester." A man opened the door. "You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters."

"Yeah. H-how did you," Sam stuttered "uh . . ."

"Mind reader, remember? And you're . . . What are you?" He looked at me and Cas.

"I'm an Angel."

"I'm a prophet."

"That . . . No, you can't be." said the psychic.

"Why not?" asked Castiel.

"Because I'm an atheist." said Pryce.

"Not anymore." Sam said. We followed Pryce into his living room/ dining room.

There was an old poster of a kid on the wall. It read 'OLIVER PRYCE Ten Year Old PSYCHIC' There was a glowing magic wand crossed over the picture of the kid.

"That's you?" Cas asked.

"Was me. I don't do the psychic stuff no more," he said "Being around people, it's kind of . . . Hell. All those brains yapping all the time drives a guy bananas. Because you can hear every ones thoughts. Well not yours or hers."

"Wait not mine?" I asked.

"A prophets thoughts are unreadable," explained Cas. "If someone managed to read a prophets thoughts they could know what is written on the tablets. It could prove disastrous."

"Awesome sauce!"

"All I get from you two is . . . colors. But the hippie over here?" Sam glanced up to make a bitch-face at being called a 'hippie' "I'm seeing some creep-ass hobbit-lookin' fella? A prison cell?"

"That's heavens jail," Cas said.

"Heaven's got a freakin' jail?" Pryce asked.

"Yeah," Sam said. "Yeah, it does. And we're looking to break someone out of it."

"Okaaaaaay," Pryce said.

"We have an inside man," Cas said "but we need your help to talk to him."

"And if I say no?" Pryce asked.

"You're the mind reader." Sam said.

Pryce opened and closed his mouth a few times, fear plain on his face. "I'll get my crap." Pryce said. Then he went to get his 'crap' rather quickly. Cas shot a confused look towards Sam.

:::Time skip brought to you by a safety torch:::

We sat at a red table with a circular symbol painted in the middle and six candles.

"You got anything that belonged to the deceased?" Pryce asked.

"Yes. Right here." Sam pulled Bobby's hat out of his bag and set it on the table.

"Good," said Pryce. "Now shut up and hold hands." I held hands with Sam and Cas who were on either side of me and they held Oliver Pryce's hands.

Then Pryce started chanting in Latin. "Amate spiritus obscure, Te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere, apud nos circita." The lights started flashing and the room was shaking. The little flames on the candles shot up.

"Bobby?" Sam said. "Bobby can you hear me? Bobby we need your help."

"Sam?" Bobby's voice answered.

:::Time skip brought to you by Scooby Doo and his Scooby snacks which are named after him for no apparent reason:::

"And, uh, that's what's been happening . . . The short version of it, anyway," Sam finished. There was a long pause. "You still there, Bobby?"

"Yeah, Sam. It's just . . . real good to hear your voice."

"Yeah, you, too."

"Okay. If, uh, I'm understandin' right, you gotta figure out a way to get the Mark of Cain off Dean before it turns him back into a demon?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So just another day at the office for you boys, huh? Put Dean on the line."

"D-Dean's not here."

"Why not?"

"W-We . . . Dean's, um . . . He's not in a good place right now, Bobby."

"So what's the play?" Bobby asked.

"Each soul in heaven is locked in its own private paradise. That's where you are now," Cas explained "You need to escape. You need to find the gate to Earth and open it. Then you and I will find Metatron, the scribe of God.

"Hey, Sam, you remember when this job was just chopping up some fang and tossing back a cold one?" Bobby asked.

"I miss that." Sam chuckled.

"Ditto. So, while I'm playing Steve McQueen, anyone gonna be lookin' for me?"

"Everyone," said Cas "The Angels will not like a soul wandering free."

"We got a way to slow them down?"

"Not exactly," Sam said "But, um, you'll . . . you'll figure something out, Bobby. You always do."

"Listen, I appreciate the warm fuzzy, but I ain't exactly playing on the big leagues these days. I'm mostly drinking and reading the classics. Truth is, I'm rusty. And maybe there's somebody better out there."

"There isn't, Bobby," said Sam "And w-with Dean the way he is . . . This is all we got."

"Hell, I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen?" Bobby friggin jinxed us. "So, where do we start?"

"You need to find your heaven's escape hatch. Look for something that shouldn't be there, and that's your way out," Cas said.

"If I find a way out, then what?"

"The gate is behind door number 42." Cas said. "Good luck."

:::Time skip brought to you in memory of Humpty Dumpty who was not actually an egg:::

We were sitting in the car at the playground again waiting.

"You sure he can handle this?" Cas asked.

"He's Bobby," said Sam "he can handle anything."

"I'm going up to heaven to help get Metatron," I said.

"If you really want to," Sam shrugged.

Before anyone could say anything else the holy-sandbox gate started glowing. "Go. Go!" Sam said. We hopped out of the car and ran towards the gate. Sam tackled an angel to the ground.

Cas and I made it to the gate and there was a flash of light. Suddenly we were lying on our backs in a hallway looking at Bobby Singer.

"Welcome to the party." Bobby said. Then he looked at me. "Who's that?"

"Oh hi I'm Maria."

He helped us up. "I'm Bobby what-"

"We'll explain on the way. The prison, it's, uh . . . it's close." Cas said.

"Uh-huh. Cas, where's Dean?"

"What?" Cas asked.

"You heard me." Bobby said.

"Dean's, uh . . . he's resting. He's . . . sick-"

Bobby stopped Cas and shoved his shoulder so they were face to face. "Try again."

"Sam told him we were going to see a movie about a cockroach-mime." I answered the question since Cas seemed to be having trouble inventing a lie.

"Well, that's a page right out of the Winchester playbook, ain't it?" Bobby muttered.

"Dean has given up." Cas said.

"And you idjits haven't."

"Would you?" Cas asked. He started walking again.

"Hell, no." Bobby said. "Seriously no offense but who are you and what are you doing here Maria?"

"I became a prophet after Kevin Tran died and I'm living in the Bunker."

"How did Kevin . . ."

"Metatron convinced another angel to kill him." I said.

"And you want to bust him out of jail?"

"Metatron killed Kevin. Because Kevin died I became a prophet. Because I became a prophet a demon brutally murdered my parents. If it means Cas is going to beat the son of a bitch that destroyed my life to a bloody pulp then hell yes I want to bust him out of jail."

:::Time skip brought to you by my dog who keeps trying to trip me because of thunder:::

"Howdy!" Metatron grinned at us through the bars.

"This is the scribe of God? He looks like a Fraggle." Said Bobby.

What is a Fraggle?

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment. That was an excellent program." Metatron said.

First he's a hobbit now he's a Fraggle?

"Metatron, we are here -"

"I know why you're here,"Asstiel," and I'm not interested. I told you I would rather die than let Dean Winchester use me as his personal punching bag again."

"Don't worry. Dean's not involved," Cas said. "You're gonna be MY punching bag." Cas said.

Destiel . . .

"Ah. The "B" team, huh? Interesting. Keys are over there. Chop chop!" said Metatron.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" Bobby asked.

"Unfortunately."

I grabbed the keys still wondering what a Fraggle was.

:::Time skip brought to you by Gandalf:::

We went back to the door 42. "Wait," Bobby said. He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket. give this to Sam. Cas nodded and put the paper in his trenchcoat pocket.

We stepped through the door and appeared back in the holy-sandbox.

"Sam-tastic! Miss me?" Cas dragged Metatron forward. "Oh, smell that? That smells like freedom. Well, let's go. I call shotgun!" shouted Megabitch.

"You don't get to make demands, Metatron." Cas shoved him against a piece of playground equipment angrily. "You're not in charge here!"

Yes how dare he try to call shotgun!

"Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark. I have your Grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it."

We looked to Sam who nodded. I cut Metatron's neck with an angel blade and Cas caught the angel grace in a tiny jar and healed the cut. Sam then shot Metatron in the leg.

"Ow! Ow!"

"We have your Grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um . . . What's the phrase? . . . Blow your frickin' brains out! It's called leverage, Metatron." Cas and I walked over to Sam.

"Learn it, live it, love it." Mocked Sam. "How do we get rid of the Mark?"

"I-I don't know. I don't know! No, I-it's old magic . . . God-level magic. Or Lucifer level, but you can't ask him, exactly, can you?"

"What about the tablets?" asked Cas.

"No, Th-there's . . . there's nothing in them about the Mark."

So it wasn't just hard to read.

"So when you said "The river ends at the source," that was-" Sam was cut off by the annoying rude Angel-Fraggle-Hobbit.

"I was just making up crap, trying to buy time till I could screw you over."

"No."

"What?! It worked before."

"He's telling the truth." Cas said.

"What?"

"Shoot him." Cas said. Sam pointed the gun at Metatron.

"No, no! No. your Grace. I wasn't lying about that. There's still some left. I'll take you to it."

"It's your call, Cas." Sam said.

"Try anything and I will kill you as painfully as possible." Cas said.

We walked Metatron back to the car. Cas shoved him into the backseat.

"Sam. Bobby asked me to give you this." Cas handed him the piece of paper. Sam put it in his pocket.

"Hey Dean," I said.

"Hey. How was the movie?" Dean asked.

"French. What about you? What did you do last night?" Sam asked. I went upstairs to find the others.

A/N
Hey peoples!

Yeah this one took a while to write sorry.

I was kinda having writers block.

Plus it's good if I'm writing from an episode to watch the next episode first because I nearly had Maria say something to Metatron about the demon tablet and that would've thrown a wrench in the plan cuza the next episode.

Oh and I guess credit for basically these past 2 chappys goes to actual supernatural which I do not own and credit to supernatural wiki which gave me the transcript so I could look up exact words.

BTW the picture in the multimedia is a Fraggle. And yeah it looks a bit like Metatron.

I apologize if I did a bad job portraying Bobby's character in the lines I actually made up for him.

Oh and raise your hand if your happy Crowley kicked his mother out!

I know I am! :)

LURV CHU ALL!!!