[Metatron looks around, noting a distinct lack of people and stunned by the actual fact he's somewhere that isn't Heaven right now. He knows he's not on his own, not when he's been given a device to use. But the angel is loathe to use the device's video or voice functions straight away. He doesn't know who's around, and as much as Metatron doubts it, it would be just his luck that the Winchesters and their friends would be hanging about. That just seemed to be the way it was going, bad luck all around. Rotten luck. Metatron sighs again, already tapping letters in on the device. He's going to play the game again, going for the pitiful act and using an alias. It's the safest route for now as he figures out what to do next, tries to suss out where he even went wrong to begin with. What was it with angels anyway? Metatron knows deep down considering he is one, but he still can't help but ask himself that. He'd given them everything, and in return they'd just toppled him. No wonder the last God had skipped out of Heaven, and Metatron knows it would have been an even rougher ride for himself if the archangels had still been around. That poor previous God, Metatron could sympathize with the guy by this point. Angels were sheep, they needed orders or they stagnated and became destructive. It just so happened they didn't like hearing that truth after spending some time on Earth, and Metatron frowns slightly, tapping in a few more words. He should have just left them all on Earth and stayed in Heaven on his own. It would have been boring, there were only so many books to read, but he would have had his own peace of mind.
Looking after angels was like trying to herd cats. Metatron shrugs to himself, subconsciously shuffling awkwardly on the spot. His vessel Marv is always going to be perfect for the pitiful act, anyone nearby just seeing a confused looking middle-aged man, bundled up in a coat with a perpetually put out look on his face. Metatron knows that works in his favor, but for how long is a different matter. For now he's going to stay put, watching his tablet to see who replies to it. Prudent, smart, it's good thinking to use text. Metatron feels like he should be patting himself on the back for his quick thinking- how many people just panic and use the video or voice functions, giving themselves away? If he was a betting angel? Metatron would say lots.]
metatron | spn | end of s9 pre 10.
Looking after angels was like trying to herd cats. Metatron shrugs to himself, subconsciously shuffling awkwardly on the spot. His vessel Marv is always going to be perfect for the pitiful act, anyone nearby just seeing a confused looking middle-aged man, bundled up in a coat with a perpetually put out look on his face. Metatron knows that works in his favor, but for how long is a different matter. For now he's going to stay put, watching his tablet to see who replies to it. Prudent, smart, it's good thinking to use text. Metatron feels like he should be patting himself on the back for his quick thinking- how many people just panic and use the video or voice functions, giving themselves away? If he was a betting angel? Metatron would say lots.]