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Dean tapped his boot impatiently on the ornate foot-rest.He felt like a complete idiot sitting on this golden, throne-like monstrosity dressed in heavenly armor with his sword by his side, but he'd accepted the job and was forced to comply with a few of the ceremonials that went with it.Today was report-in day for some of the lower-level angels such as cupids and dominions. They expected to witness the Might and Glory of Heaven and its Regent, not some guy in jeans sipping a beer, which is what Dean was dying for right now.He smiled automatically at the fat cherub kneeling at his feet, monotonously informing him about his current activities back on Earth, but Dean's mind was elsewhere."Sammy! " he called out silently, his words surfing the heavenly wavelengths as far as the outer reaches of Hell where they jumped the neutral gap, and hooked on to those that went straight to his brother.Dean wondered if Sam was as bored out of his mind as himself. Probably not, for when his little brother took on a job, he threw all his energies into doing it as methodically as possible. "You done, bro? If I don't get out of here soon, I'm gonna smite an entire garrison of angels, just for the shit of it," Dean grumbled.He heard Sam's answering snort. "Don't know if they checked your references too closely, Dude. Never seen anyone less suited to ruling Heaven than you, bro!" "Well, you sure got that wrong, Sammy! I've got them all eating out of my hand like well-trained bitches!"
The chuckle in his big brother's voice was clearly audible to his younger sibling."That I'd love to see!" Sam replied caustically. "Too bad the King of Hell is 'persona non grata' on the inside of the Pearly Gates.""Rules are made to be broken!" Dean declared flippantly. "It might take a while to convince the locals, but there's no way you're not gonna get to visit. After all, we're both still basically human," Dean declared. "Yeah, if there's anyone who can bend the rules, it's my big brother," Sam said almost admiringly. "Uh, listen, Dean. I'm overseeing a new wing I'm having constructed in Upper Hell, but I can leave my demon in charge. Do you remember that guy who sold his soul at the crossroads to become a top-notch architect? Well I thought I'd put his experience to good use!""And remember Bela?" Sam added."Huh, who could forget that bitch? " Dean answered. " She thought she was SO smart. Tried to gank both of us, before her deal came due.""Well, I've got her doing my secretarial work. Crowley boasted that he ran a tight ship, but he wasn't as proficient as he made out, too interested in torture and not enough in the day-to-day running of the place."Dean grunted. He couldn't blame Crowley for that. Bureaucracy bored him to tears too! "Okaaay then, see you at the usual place in five minutes, Sam. With all that heat down there in Hell, bet you're dying for a cold one!" Dean said signing out."Yeah, sounds real good," Sam replied. Dean was leaning back against the Impala when Sam materialized next to him. His eyes quickly assessed his little brother. He looked a bit tired, but otherwise, it was still his baby bro."Dude, good to see you," Dean said clapping a hand on his sibling's shoulder. "I never thought I'd miss your daily bitching, but I do.""Dean," Sam grinned, a goofy smile illuminating his face, "We can see each other anywhere at any time. We're the Regents of Heaven and Hell, so that sorta gives us the right to do pretty much whatever we want.""Yeah, that's the good part, but ninety percent of this Regent stuff is dull!" Dean complained, pursing his lips in displeasure.Sam bumped his shoulder."You got me up here for a cold beer, Dean, and now you're just gonna stand and grouch. Come on!" he grinned as he got into the Impala. It wasn't necessary for them to drive around as they could teleport at will, but the Impala had been, and always would be, their one true home. There were so many memories inhabiting the car's leather-clad interior, and it relaxed them both to be there. "So," Sam asked as he chewed on his salad. "What's going on in Heaven? You got everything under control?""Yeah, everything is friggin' ticking like clockwork. The angels have all been given their orders and they're as happy as pigs in a mud bath. Free will just doesn't work for them! Must be 'cos they don't have a soul. They want to be told what to do, so I tell them," Dean explained."You should have taken my job. Hell's a pretty dynamic place. There's always somethin' going on.""Huh, right! 'Fraid it doesn't work that way, Sammy, " his big brother observed. "I'm that douchebag Michael's vessel so I got the Heaven gig, and you, my freaky little bro are Luci's, so Hell it is!" "It's not so bad," Sam confided with a shrug."Right now I'm looking through the back-records of the souls. I'm gonna move the less serious sinners into the new block that's being built. Try and recuperate them. Could be I send you some redeemed souls up to Heaven. Would that be okay with you?" Sam asked, a forkful of salad hovering in mid-air as he waited for an answer."Whatever you want, Dude," Dean replied, more interested in his burger. "I have complete confidence in you, Sammy. If you say a hell-soul gets to make it to Heaven, I'm good with it.""Okay then. A lot of the souls in Hell don't deserve to be there. Some were only kids when they were tricked into making a deal with a crossroads demon, without understanding what they were doing! It's a shame really." Dean gazed at him almost in disbelief."I can't believe this bleeding-heart girl sitting across from me is Hell's king!" he laughed. "How do you get those demons to obey you?""You don't want to know," Sam smirked. "I can play the hard man when I need to."Dean tilted his head in acknowledgment. Yeah, Sammy could be a scary little bitch on occasion! "Any news on God yet?" Sam continued."Nah. No sight nor sound of him," Dean replied through the mouthful of meat he was happily chewing on.
"I've got angels out gathering info, but nada. He just doesn't want to be found!"
Dean sighed. "He was probably so bored with overseeing Heaven that he took off on a permanent vacation." "Hey, beautiful, " Dean called to the passing waitress. "Think we could have some more coffee?" The brothers sat back and basked in each other's company. Things had changed so much, yet everything remained the same.None of the other clients in the diner could even imagine that the two handsome men enjoying their coffee at the corner table were the current rulers of Heaven and Hell, well except for one lone man sitting at the counter who looked on approvingly at his two protégées.HE could not have chosen better."Good day to you, my dear," HE said to the waitress before getting up, tossing down a hefty tip, and walking out. The End