Personal Narrative Fiction

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Dean slammed the door of the bunker shut. He mas mad. Why? Why on earth must it have been him. Of all the celestial beings and all the doctors on this earth why him? “Are you okay, Dean?” Sam who was sitting on a couch reading a book asked. No, I'm as far from okay as possible. Nobody in the history of okay has ever been that far from it as I am right now! “Yeah..I just had a hard day. Being a reaper is not really my dream job.” Dean answered sarcastically. “Also I ran into Cas the one person I'm supposed to stay away from as far as possible.” he added in his thoughts. “Then why don't you quit?” Sam suggested. “You know exactly why I can't do it. The only way to get out of this deal is killing Meatdouche and if...if we kill him....” Dean had to sallow. Sam knew exactly what Dean was trying to say and …show more content…

“You did not?” he asked still looking suspicious. Dean just shook his head afraid to speak, afraid to tell Metatron the truth. “Then you will go back and find it out. And you will bring me three spared souls. And the first one will be the girl.” Metatron ordered. “But...” Dean wanted to protest. The girl was only sixteen and still had her whole life in front of her. Also he knew Cas would be devastated if something happened to her. He had seen this morning how much his patients meant to him. But before he could finish his sentence Metatron silenced him. “You are not here to talk back. You do what I say, that was the deal. And because you failed today I will take your ability to show you to any living creature away until you bring me those three souls. Do you understand me?” Dean just nodded biting his tongue with anger. He hated it when he wasn't able to show himself to any living creature. He always hid himself when he was working, fulfilling his orders but he liked to control it. Metatron had punished him like that once and Dean hadn't been able to speak to Sam for an entire