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[the--good--soldier]

Dean got up suddenly. "I wanna dance! Make some music play, I know you can do it."

Michael raised an eyebrow quizzically but didn’t argue. He might be acting weird but at least the two weren’t fighting. “What kind of music?”

[the--good--soldier]

Dean stumbled out of the Bunker and sat on the ground. It had been raining recently so it was damp and in some places muddy but Dean didn't pay that any attention. "I pray to the great and powerful Archangel Michael of Heaven. Oh great one please come down from your throne to speak with me your lowly servant Dean." Dean's words were forceful but slightly slurred, like he was drunk, or maybe high. "I prostrate myself before you mighty archangel."

Michael appeared standing beside Dean, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. A cold wind had quickly picked up once the archangel had appeared. “You’re drunk.” He stated calming, not even looking down at Dean. “Or high. I know because you would never address me like that even if you were doing so maliciously.” Michael finally looked down at Dean, furrowing his brow in a confused expression. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

[samsquatchandshortstack-blog]

[[HIGH SCHOOL AU]] Dean had just came home from football practice. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw Gabes convertable in the yard. He parked his car and exited the car... @ask-impala67

[emiliamacleod]

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"Right so you want me to what?" Emilia asked curiously into the phone. "Are you mad? Me helping hunters?" She asked with somewhat of a laugh. "This must be a joke..Truly.." She paused for a moment. "Not a joke..Well then..Alright fine. Yes I understand." She said hitting the end button on the phone. Was he actually serious? She paused for a moment, before looking down once more at her phone to see an address pop up. He must have been. Sighing, she snapped and dissappeared.

A moment later, she stood outside what could only be described as a large warehouse. "Not very welcoming." She mumbled as she pushed open the door. "Hello?" She said quickly looking around. "Is anyone here?" She asked as she walked further into the room, her heels clicking as she walked. A moment later ,she strolled into a larger room. "I believe you were expecting me?

[theangelluka-blog]

[Endverse] A young kid, about 16ish that Luka had never seen before but seemed oddly familiar ran up to the angel. "Hey hey hey! You're like a billion years old! you're too old for him." Dean folded his arms and glared.

Luka stared at him and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?” He asked. “That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?”

[theangelluka-blog]

[Endverse] Hey ... Luka right? We've got a new cabin going up, everyone is placed who wants one, but you three. It's yours if you want it.

Luka glanced up at Dean. “A cabin? That sounds nice. I’ll be sure to tell Aarin and Jack.” He forced a smile.

[the--good--soldier]

The scavenge team decided to push farther north than they had previously, by 75 miles; the surrounding areas were picked clean & over run with The Dead. They picked a smaller town, one they knew would have a Walmart & a few pharmacies. The camp needed medicines, clothes, supplies and food if they could find it. It took three days in total. When the team got back, 3 people short, he as told they took in a new survivor. He went to the medical cabin & stopped dead, eyes wide as he stared. "YOU!"

Michael had been found passed out in the an abandoned store. He remembered quick clearly what had happened; humans, three of them, in need of help, surrounded by the dead. He had appeared to help them, but he was weak and there were so many of them, he ended up using too much grace and fainted. He remembers slipping between consciousness and sleep as he was brought to this cam. Now, the Archangel was sitting in one of the beds, refusing any medical help from any, claiming “Human medicines have no effect on me.” He fell silent after Dean walked in, looking up at him with slightly narrowed eyes, his gaze piercing and hateful. “Hello Dean.”

[the--good--soldier]

Dean sat on the couch and looked around, then looked up at the ceiling. "I pray to the angel Michael. Um.. I dunno if you're listening or.. whatever, but if you are, can I talk to you?"

Michael appeared on the couch beside Dean, peering up at the ceiling as well. “It’s slightly hard not to listen when prayers from you tend to stick out from all the rest.” He started. “The archangels were each given a day of the week, and they became the guardian angel to any human who was born on their day. I hear each of my charges’ prayers. They’re little whispers in the back of my mind but when someone makes a prayer to a specific angel, by saying their name in the prayer like you do, it’s as if you were right beside me and saying it.” He explained quickly before turning his gaze to look at Dean. “What do you need to talk about, Dean.”