09x12 - Problem Child - Part One: Street Light
Episode Number: 09x12 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Problem Child
Subtitle: Street Light
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 905
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
A very long time ago... Metatron waited for the next instruction patiently. He never imagined the honor he had now, not just writing the Word, but also knowing it. He knew nothing of its burden, nothing of the secret he was soon to carry. In this moment, he only knew the simple pleasure of the work before him. He was happy.
"The Grace of an angel is fluid. When an angel dies, the Grace returns to its source," God dictated.
Metatron wrote. His mind, his thoughts, registered the information, and he wanted to ask, 'How would an angel ever die?' But he didn't.
"In this way, the angels, as children of God, never leave him, even in death."
Metatron transcribed precisely and neatly as God continued the dictation.
"The power of souls, as before noted, is different than that of Grace. Two souls together, under the right circumstances, can produce a third soul completely unique from all other souls. Humans beget humans.
"No number of angels can produce a new, unique Grace. As rare instance may have it, Grace can be shared between two that remain unique and separate in nature, but the shared Grace will forever connect the two. Thus, there is no circumstance that will allow angels to beget angels, for all angels have the same father.
"Yet souls and Grace share the same nature because they come from the same stock. All matter in the universe is energy at rest. Living matter, then, is energy at rest imbued with Life, another and entirely separate Energy, which is the Soul, the Spirit, or the Grace of the individual.
"The soul is raw Energy, but Grace is pure Creation, a specialized form of Energy, just as the Spirits of demons are complete Power and the Spirits of monsters are total Chaos. The difference from one Energy to another is not a matter of Kind or Kin, but instead a matter of a prism of Light.
"For when Light is whole (that is, all colors of the prism remain equal) the brightness is absolute. As colors are removed or set out of balance, the Light's brilliance reduces, and the color of the Light changes. To return the Light back to its original vividness, one must rebalance the colors, add back in that which has been lost.
"Thus, Spirit, Soul, and Grace are all from the same Energy, and this Energy is mutable in every possible direction."
Metatron finished writing down what God had said. He nearly fell out of his seat when he realized the next words were spoken to him, personally.
"Metatron, you have tears," God said.
The archangel hadn't realized that, and he didn't know that for the very first time, he felt the deepest kind of sadness any angel could feel.
"I - I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry. Do you know why?"
Metatron wasn't certain. How do you speak to someone who knows every thought in your mind? But he spoke anyway, "Every enemy our soldiers face. All the monsters, the demons, all the lost souls. They all have the capacity to become whole again?"
"They do."
"Then why don't they?"
"You can ask every single one why, and each time you will hear a different answer. And don't forget, there are those who do become whole again."
"I am - I... "
"You feel."
Metratron found this new word confusing, but it seemed right. "I feel overwhelmed."
"Do you know why I chose you for this?"
"I thought it was my handwriting," Metatron replied.
"Your handwriting is part of your making. In that way you were made for this, but so were others. I chose you, Metatron, as the sole scribe because you alone are humbled by knowledge."
Metatron knew this was true, though he would never have phrased it so eloquently himself. "Wasn't I made that way?" he asked.
"To be is to change, and howsoever you were made, you have also changed."
"Does that mean that I can become - that I can lose what I am?"
"Angels can fall, Metatron, your brother proved that."
Metatron flinched at the memory of Lucifer. "That can happen to me?"
"He is your brother, and he was made just like you. The differences between you two lies in the choices you make."
Princeton, New Jersey. Kevin Tran sat alone in his bedroom. He stared at the clock. 1:43 AM. Two more minutes to go.
He clutched his bag tighter despite his already-white knuckles. 1:44 AM. One more minute to go.
Every electronic flickered once, twice, and one more time. Abruptly, Kevin found himself in the Bunker.
"Hi, Castiel," Kevin said to his ride.
"Hello Kevin."
"Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Asleep."
"Didn't they want to say hello?" Kevin asked. He saw Castiel's expression and added, "You didn't tell them, did you?"
"I mentioned it, but not the specifics. You should go to bed. I made a room for you."
"Wait, what?"
"If Dean wakes up, my absence will be noticed. I need to get back to bed."
"Woah, TMI. Which room is mine?"
Castiel showed Kevin to the made-up guestroom and proceeded back to his own bedroom. He took a moment before he got into bed to watch Dean sleep; there was something very comforting about it. Cas wondered if any other angel ever had moments like this, where they drank in a little part of the world only to find themselves overwhelmed.
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Primary Post: 09x12 Problem Child
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Problem Child
Subtitle: Street Light
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 905
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
A very long time ago... Metatron waited for the next instruction patiently. He never imagined the honor he had now, not just writing the Word, but also knowing it. He knew nothing of its burden, nothing of the secret he was soon to carry. In this moment, he only knew the simple pleasure of the work before him. He was happy.
"The Grace of an angel is fluid. When an angel dies, the Grace returns to its source," God dictated.
Metatron wrote. His mind, his thoughts, registered the information, and he wanted to ask, 'How would an angel ever die?' But he didn't.
"In this way, the angels, as children of God, never leave him, even in death."
Metatron transcribed precisely and neatly as God continued the dictation.
"The power of souls, as before noted, is different than that of Grace. Two souls together, under the right circumstances, can produce a third soul completely unique from all other souls. Humans beget humans.
"No number of angels can produce a new, unique Grace. As rare instance may have it, Grace can be shared between two that remain unique and separate in nature, but the shared Grace will forever connect the two. Thus, there is no circumstance that will allow angels to beget angels, for all angels have the same father.
"Yet souls and Grace share the same nature because they come from the same stock. All matter in the universe is energy at rest. Living matter, then, is energy at rest imbued with Life, another and entirely separate Energy, which is the Soul, the Spirit, or the Grace of the individual.
"The soul is raw Energy, but Grace is pure Creation, a specialized form of Energy, just as the Spirits of demons are complete Power and the Spirits of monsters are total Chaos. The difference from one Energy to another is not a matter of Kind or Kin, but instead a matter of a prism of Light.
"For when Light is whole (that is, all colors of the prism remain equal) the brightness is absolute. As colors are removed or set out of balance, the Light's brilliance reduces, and the color of the Light changes. To return the Light back to its original vividness, one must rebalance the colors, add back in that which has been lost.
"Thus, Spirit, Soul, and Grace are all from the same Energy, and this Energy is mutable in every possible direction."
Metatron finished writing down what God had said. He nearly fell out of his seat when he realized the next words were spoken to him, personally.
"Metatron, you have tears," God said.
The archangel hadn't realized that, and he didn't know that for the very first time, he felt the deepest kind of sadness any angel could feel.
"I - I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry. Do you know why?"
Metatron wasn't certain. How do you speak to someone who knows every thought in your mind? But he spoke anyway, "Every enemy our soldiers face. All the monsters, the demons, all the lost souls. They all have the capacity to become whole again?"
"They do."
"Then why don't they?"
"You can ask every single one why, and each time you will hear a different answer. And don't forget, there are those who do become whole again."
"I am - I... "
"You feel."
Metratron found this new word confusing, but it seemed right. "I feel overwhelmed."
"Do you know why I chose you for this?"
"I thought it was my handwriting," Metatron replied.
"Your handwriting is part of your making. In that way you were made for this, but so were others. I chose you, Metatron, as the sole scribe because you alone are humbled by knowledge."
Metatron knew this was true, though he would never have phrased it so eloquently himself. "Wasn't I made that way?" he asked.
"To be is to change, and howsoever you were made, you have also changed."
"Does that mean that I can become - that I can lose what I am?"
"Angels can fall, Metatron, your brother proved that."
Metatron flinched at the memory of Lucifer. "That can happen to me?"
"He is your brother, and he was made just like you. The differences between you two lies in the choices you make."
Princeton, New Jersey. Kevin Tran sat alone in his bedroom. He stared at the clock. 1:43 AM. Two more minutes to go.
He clutched his bag tighter despite his already-white knuckles. 1:44 AM. One more minute to go.
Every electronic flickered once, twice, and one more time. Abruptly, Kevin found himself in the Bunker.
"Hi, Castiel," Kevin said to his ride.
"Hello Kevin."
"Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Asleep."
"Didn't they want to say hello?" Kevin asked. He saw Castiel's expression and added, "You didn't tell them, did you?"
"I mentioned it, but not the specifics. You should go to bed. I made a room for you."
"Wait, what?"
"If Dean wakes up, my absence will be noticed. I need to get back to bed."
"Woah, TMI. Which room is mine?"
Castiel showed Kevin to the made-up guestroom and proceeded back to his own bedroom. He took a moment before he got into bed to watch Dean sleep; there was something very comforting about it. Cas wondered if any other angel ever had moments like this, where they drank in a little part of the world only to find themselves overwhelmed.
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