Not Wanting It To End

4x22

Shelby

To say frustration echoed "Heaven's Greenroom" would be an understatement. Dean was yelling to be let out, hurdling stuff at walls only for them to crash and fix itself once again.

Where was I in the mists of this? Bounce a ball at a wall near-by while sitting on the ground.

"You could help you know!" Dean yelled over at me as he threw another object at the wall.

"And what, exactly do you want me to do? I've tried everything you've tried and then some. There's no way out unless you can talk the sons of bitches into letting you out."

I bounced the ball again, growing tired of this action.

Suddenly, a voice in the middle of the room makes me stop and turn to see Zachariah, "Quit hurling feces like a howler monkey, would you? It's unbecoming."

Dean quickly walked up to Zachariah while I brought myself to my feet, "Let us out of here."

"Like I told you: too dangerous out there. Demons on the prowl," Zachariah said to Dean.

"I've been getting my ass kicked all year. Now you're sweating my safety? You're lying. I want to see my brother."

"That's... ill-advised," Zachariah said, seeming to try and find the right word that would answer our question yet irritate us even more.

He succeeded.

Dean, not more irritated then before, yelled, "You know, I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug, fat face. What the hell is going on, huh? Why can't we see Sam? And how am I gonna ice Lilith?"

Zachariah sighed and starts to pace slightly, "You're not going to ice Lilith because she's going to break the final seal. Fait accompli at this point. Train's left the station."

My eyes went wide at his words, "What?" I asked, Dean seeming to have the same facial expression. "But we can..." I started but stopped, making Zachariah turn and looked at me as an epiphany seems too happened. "You don't want to stop it, do you?"

Seeming to be caught, Zachariah smiled and shrugs, "Nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddos, to a theater near you."

Zachariah makes his way over to a chair, sitting down at it so he can look at Dean and me.

Still slightly confused, Dean asked, "What was all that crap about saving seals then?"

"Our grunts on the ground; we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?"

I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing, "But why?"

"Why not? The apocalypse? Poor name, bad marketing - puts people off. When all it is, is Ali/Foreman. On a slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins, and we will, it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?"

"What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?" Dean asked, getting angry.

Zachariah, not seeming to care to much, said, "Well, you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look, it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered."

I shook my head, waving my hands, "Wow, wow, wow, just wait. If you want to create a perfect place for on Earth, then what about me? You've already said it yourself that Anna and I can't be trusted."

Smirking, the Angel pointed to me and said, "Good catch. That is true, but we have plans for both of you."

"Which are?"

"How does ruling Hell sound?" Zachariah asked, making my eyes scrunch in confusion. He seemed to catch this and continued, "See, we don't want Lucifer to rule Hell. Times are changing and so must everything else. See, we have plans for all of you. Sam brings about the apocalypse, Dean stops Lucifer, and Anna rules Hell. With a little nudge from Shelby, of course. Don't want things falling down the same path again."

I cross my arms, not liking the sounds of that, "And if I don't?"

"Then we kill you, simple as that," Zachariah says with a shrug.

"Tell me something," Dean started, pulling Zachariah's attention strictly on him. "Where's God in all this?"

"God? God has left the building," Zachariah said with a smile before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

Dean and I both out stretch out hands to the side with our mouths open in shock and annoyance. "God, I hate that prick," Dean mumbled as I sighed and rubbed my head.

This was not the plan I had.