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Absolute silence greeted Naomi’s words. How could they possibly get close to Metatron and stay in one piece? While they were already dead, there were many things an angel could do to make the afterlife a living hell. And surprising an angel who knew as much about Heaven and angels as Metatron did? The more they delved into this, the more impossible it seemed.

“Are you going to share?” Pam finally asked dryly, settling onto a bar stool. “We’re all breathlessly awaiting your plan.”

“It’s fairly simple, really,” Naomi shrugged, moving one of her knights forward. “And check. There are enough of us here for my plan to work. While I and maybe Pam distract Metatron, the rest sneak up on him and try to steal one of his hairs. Metatron has been staying in human form while here and it should be easy.”

“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, studying the board while he spoke. He pointed at one of Ellen’s bishops before continuing, “Simple plans are always the best. How do you plan on distracting him?”

“And why me?” Pam cut in, shaking her head. “I won’t last long against an angel, psychic abilities or not.”

“Your abilities will allow you to evade him,” Naomi explained, smiling at Pam. It sent chills through the woman; there was nothing of mirth and everything of the thrill of the hunt in it. “We can alternate who he’s chasing after when he gets too close to one of us. While we’re leading him, our other friends here will be waiting. With any luck, one of them will be able to snatch a hair from him. Blood would be even better. If you can scratch or cut him, do so.”

“And once we have this piece, I go back down to Earth?” Sarah asked. Ellen moved her bishop to take Naomi’s knight and placed the knight to the side of the board. Bobby smiled at her in encouragement.

“Yes. Now that Ash has translated the spell, you can explain everything to the Winchesters,” Naomi nodded, a satisfied glint appearing in her eyes to go with her grin. “Once they gather the rest of the needed components, they can cast the spell. The angels should be returned to Heaven and we can choose how to deal with Metatron.”

“Should?” Bobby repeated, doubt suffusing his face. Naomi moved a pawn ahead one space then turned her attention back to Bobby. “You mean you aren’t sure if this spell is going to work?”

“As it’s never been tried, no. I have no idea if this is going to work,” Naomi admitted, studying the board as Ellen moved one of her own pawns forward. “However, the spell to eject all the angels from Heaven had never been tried before and it worked perfectly. Have a little faith, Bobby Singer. How often have you been instrumental in changing the course of fate?”

“Before we do this, we should probably move to a different Heaven,” Ellen said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Metatron’s been asking questions about Jo and Ash. I think he might have seen them on one of their destructive forays. He’s probably getting close.”

“Bobby’s is the furthest away,” Ash explained, folding up the paper he’d written the spell on. Handing the sheet to Sarah, he closed his laptop and tucked it against his chest. “His might be the best Heaven to go to.”

“I’m losing this game anyway,” Ellen sighed, tipping over her king and standing up. Ash walked to the door and erased the sigils there. Quickly chalking on a different set, Ash opened the door to a dimly lit study. It was crowded with books and a fire roared in the fireplace behind the desk. The sound of bickering voices floated through the open doorway as everyone filed through. Before closing the door, Ash carefully wiped out the sigils just in case Metatron did indeed find his Heaven.

“You scoot, asshat,” Sam’s voice snapped and Bobby let out a resigned sigh. Of course they would come into this memory. This was the last one he saw, the best saved for last, when he’d been running from his reaper. Just a regular night with Sam and Dean acting like normal guys watching a movie. Bobby had treasured the memory, treasured the boys he’d come to adopt.

“Guess they always argued, huh?” Pam laughed, watching the tableau with interest. She had only met the boys a few times but the love they felt for each other shone clearly through. At least to her senses. Arguments and name-calling tended to be how they showed that love as both were rather bad at sharing emotions.

“When you spend nearly every minute of every day together, you get on each other’s nerves,” Bobby explained, settling into the leather armchair behind his desk. It conformed to his body perfectly and Bobby felt far more comfortable than he had in a long time. His home had burned on Earth and it was nice to be able to come back. “You argue to blow off steam knowing it doesn’t really mean anything. Just wait, soon they’ll be arguing over who the best zombie killer was. And whether licorice is actual candy.”

“It’s nice to see them doing something normal,” Sarah remarked, staring wistfully at the Winchesters. It reminded her a lot of her husband and movie nights they’d had. Though both of them had liked licorice. “From the way they talked when I met them, it seemed like hunting monsters was all they ever did.”

“That’s what happened most of the time,” Bobby agreed, letting his hands roam over the books on his desk. Nostalgia grew in him and he glanced around the study with a smile on his face. “But there were rare moments when they got to be people. Gave them a reason to keep fighting. They wanted to make sure everyone got a chance at normal rather than being hunters or hunted.”

“Bobby, you should make them go,” Ellen said softly, giving the older hunter a sympathetic glance. “Just concentrate and you can change things about your Heaven. I think they’ll be a little distracting.”

Bobby did as Ellen suggested and concentrated on the room without the boys on the couch. They slowly faded away, voices dimming as they did. Finally, silence reigned in the study as the couch stood empty. The trappings of a movie night disappeared as well, the popcorn and candy fading just as the Winchesters had. Ash and Jo took the couch as Ellen moved to stand behind Bobby. She put her hand on his shoulder, giving comfort through simple touch. Pam and Naomi stood near the doorway, on guard in case Metatron did indeed find them.

“So, when do we want to start this hunt?” Jo asked, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “We probably shouldn’t wait too long.”

“Time’s not really a factor for the spell,” Ash disagreed, shaking his head. “As long as we have all the ingredients and a fallen angel says the spell, it will all work. Where is Metatron? Can you tell Naomi?”

Naomi closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a few minutes. Her face took on a look of extreme concentration and all the others were silent so as not to interrupt her. Naomi let her consciousness roam through Heaven, searching out the only other angel inhabiting the place. As this was a passive ability that all angels had, Metatron shouldn’t be able to sense her. Naomi decided to search near Ellen’s Heaven first as that was the last place they knew Metatron had been. Her hunch turned out right as Metatron was only a few Heavens away from Ellen’s. It was actually a good idea they’d moved since Metatron was frighteningly close to Ash’s. He was actually moving in a straight line right towards it. Well, as straight as lines between Heavens got.

“Found him,” Naomi announced triumphantly, opening her eyes. “He’s very near Ash’s Heaven. That might actually work in our favor. Perhaps I can distract him myself while you all sneak up on him. He’ll want to find out how I was healed. I can keep his attention while one of you cuts him with this.”

Naomi twisted her hand in a fluid motion and her angel blade dropped into it. It gleamed silver, reflecting the flames from the fireplace. She studied it somberly for a few moments; it had been a long time since she considered using it on family. Not since Lucifer’s fall as Naomi had stayed neutral during the war between Castiel and Raphael. Looking up, Naomi studied each of her confederates in turn before handing the blade to Jo.

“I believe you have the best chance,” she explained, turning to an angry Ellen. “She’s quick and she has experience with blades. Can any of you say you move just as quickly? Sarah has no experience with fighting at all and is best left out of the battle. Pam has other skills and you and Bobby don’t move as fast as you did, Ellen. But you can give Jo a fighting chance.”

“I don’t like this plan,” Ellen grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared at Naomi, wanting to protect her daughter. “You’re gambling that you can keep him distracted long enough for Jo to sneak up on him. The most we can do is yell at him to catch his attention for a moment. What happens if he hurts my daughter?”

“Mom, it’s okay,” Jo interrupted, standing and moving to her mother’s side to pull her into a hug. “I can do it. Besides, what damage are all those angels doing on Earth? You know some of them hate humans. This is the best plan we’ve got, with only one angel on our side. I can do this.”

“Fine,” Ellen grumbled after thinking silently for several long moments. “But if anything happens to her, Naomi, I’m coming after you.”

“I understand,” Naomi said gravely, inclining her head at Ellen. She let her consciousness roam again to pinpoint exactly where Metatron was. He had finally found Ash’s Heaven and was looking around interestedly. Naomi had to admit, the human was cunning. Wiping out the sigils meant that Metatron would be staying there to puzzle them out. “He’s at the Roadhouse now. Are we all ready?”

“No time like the present,” Jo grinned, hefting the angel blade. “Let’s go get ourselves a piece of angel.”
Naomi hatches a plan to get a piece of Metatron for the spell Ash has finally deciphered. I know this one's a bit of filler but it happens. I needed to set the scene for the next chapter. :) Enjoy and, as always, comments are :heart:

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