Marked (Supernatural) [Rogue Trilogy] {2}

17. The Return of Metadouche

17. The Return of Metadouche

I'm the one who waits outside for Cas, Metatron, and Sam to return. I don't have weapons on me, but I have a very severe look etched into my face.

When Cas's yellow car pulls up, I feel anger boiling in my veins. He hasn't even stepped out of the car yet, and already I want to rip Metatron's throat out and watch as he bleeds to death on the ground.

I keep my composure as the boys escort Metatron out.

"Oh, a welcoming party!" Metatron laughs.

Keep it together, Jo. We need him right now. "Should've duct taped that mouth of his shut," I tell Sam and Cas. I look to my brother. "Get him inside."

"You're not coming with?" Metatron pouts.

"Oh, you'll be seeing me soon enough, Metadouche."

"Got quite a mouth on you yourself. A demon working with the Winchesters. The world's gone topsy-turvy!"

I chuckle. He has no idea who he's talking to.

As Sam shoves Metatron towards the bunker, I regroup with Cas. "Wasn't too big a hassle, was it?" I ask him.

"Not for us, no. For the angel who had to smuggle him out..."

I purse my lips. "You staying for the interrogation?"

"I would, but I have other priorities."

"Claire?"

Cas nods. "I'll be around soon, okay?"

I hug Cas tightly as goodbye before he climbs into his car and disappears down the road. Turning to the bunker and squaring my shoulders, I head back inside and for the dungeon. It's the only place that we can keep Metatron without him being able to escape easily.

I make a pit stop, though, to my room. I retrieve the angel blade that's stashed under my mattress. The last time I used this, I had slain an angel who was following a crazy angel anarchist. I should've used it in my fight against Metatron. I could have fared better.

The dungeon doors are open when I find the room. Metatron's got the spotlight on him, down in the chair I had once been in only hours ago. I enter the dungeon itself, standing beside Sam. Dean is nowhere to be found yet.

With a nod exchange, I close the dungeon doors.

"Oooh, theatrics!" Metatron says. He's having way too much fun with this. He looks around the plain walls. "Lovely room. It's where you bring the kinky chicks, am I right?" At this, he waggles his eyebrows at me. I swallow the bile back down.

"I'll ask the questions here," Sam says gruffly, putting chains around the angel in question. "You...Your only job is to provide information."

"Ah. Well, information does happen to be a specialty. Got about two billion fun facts up here." Metatron gestures to his temple. "Of course, whether I choose to cough one up or not is another matter."

"We need to know how to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean's arm," I say steely.

Metatron looks at us, incredulous. "What? He's back? Because of the Mark? So...he's a demon."

I frown. "No. Only demon in this place is me."

"Okay, what then?"

Sam and I exchange uneasy looks.