Little angel
Title: Little angel
Square filled for @anyfandomangstbingo: Too late to save them
Square filled for @heavenandhellbingo: "Should you not return to me, there is no force in heaven or hell that will keep me away from you.”
Summary: Michael has a new vessel. Now he’s looking for his little angel.
Pairing: Michael!Dean x FallenAngel!Reader
Characters: Castiel, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Kaia Nieves (mentioned)
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of abandonment, the reader is a fallen angel, mentions of a past relationship, implied character's death, threats
Words: 2,4 k
A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Michael!Dean. Missed ya, angelic bastard. :)
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“I see you adapted well, little angel,” you don’t have to feel his hand on your shoulder to recognize your former leader, archangel, and lover.
You are frozen in time as you stare down at the bodies of your colleagues at the library. Michael burned their eyes out without batting an eyelash. You knew that one day angels will come for you.
“Why did you kill them? They had nothing to do with my past.”
“Too late to save them, Y/N,” he casually says, stepping over your dead colleagues’ body. “How long since we saw each other?”
“Not long enough,” voice cracking you shake his hand off your shoulder. “What are you doing here? I thought you are up in heaven and rule alongside the other archangels since God is gone…”
“Heaven is…heaven, ” the archangel casually says using his grace to force you to face him. Once upon a time, he didn’t stand a chance against you and your powers. Now you are only a puppet on a string and he’s the one pulling the strings. “It’s not the same since you’ve been gone. How have you been?”
He lifts your chin with his index finger, staring down at you with the eyes of a stranger.
“Your new meat suit is different from the others,” you look Michael up and down, frowning as it seems if only for a split second, someone else is looking back at you. “He’s your sword.”
“I see, you are as smart as ever,” he muses, fingertips running over your cheek. “Father created a nice body for your soul.”
You huff at his words. “He didn’t give me choice. It was becoming human or ending up in hell; locked away with Lucifer. I didn’t want your brother to be on my cell.”
“You broke all the rules, little angel,” he tuts as you glare at him. It was Michael pushing you out of heaven. He’s responsible for your fall.
“I broke them for you…for us,” you spat. “I didn’t want you to fight Lucifer and die. All I wanted was for you to be safe, my love…my angel.” Voice cracking you glance at his polished shoes. “I didn’t expect you to be the one banning me from heaven. I was always loyal.”
“You were loyal until you weren’t. I had to make sure no one follows your lead and rebels against God and the archangels.”
“I didn’t rebel against anyone. I wanted to save your life,” hot tears run down your face as you feel his hold on you loosen. “It was you telling father about my intentions. You ripped my grace out of my body.”
“I had to do it, little angel.”
“No. You didn’t have to do it,” he cups your chin roughly as you glare up at him. You purse your lips, ignoring your racing heart. Michael could easily snap your neck or burn your eyes out. You’re a mere human, an insect for him to squish.
“Don’t anger me, Y/N,” his voice makes the room shake and brings you back to reality. You are a human being and Michael is an angel possessing the poor guy’s body whose face he wears.
“Do you have the slightest idea how it felt to fall? My wings got ripped off my body and my soul, it just…vanished. One moment I was an angel, and the next all that was left of me was dust.”
“Father made sure your soul survives and that you’ll be reborn,” Michael tuts as he cups the back of your neck. He just looks down at you for a moment, humming as you struggle to hold his gaze.
“You left me alone for centuries, Michael,” he dips his head to press his lips to yours. You gasp. This isn’t how you imagined your reunion with your former lover. “I didn’t know who I was until a few years ago when one of your fine friends tried to kill me. I grew up human and forgot about my true nature.”
“Y/N, you are a mere human now,” you narrow your eyes at his comment. Michael acts as if he’s not the reason for your downfall. “No wings. No grace. No beauty.”
“Well, then,” pulling away from Michael you give him a cold glare, “you should be on your way and look for someone more…gracefully. Maybe Rafael wants to get his fill.”
“Careful now, little angel,” the archangel warns. He’s so unlike the angel you fell in love with. Michael always was a little arrogant but loving when it came to you. Now all that’s left is arrogance and cruelty. “I came here to get you. You’ll come with me.”
“Why would I want to go with you? You just killed my colleagues out of spite only as I refused to follow you outside. As you said, I’m a mere human,” the archangel doesn’t care about your worries, or that you are shaking in fear as he reaches out for you to cup your cheek.
“Do you remember what I told you when father send you to earth for yet another battle?” his eyes darken as you try to remember his exact words. “Do you, little angel?”
"You said that” you swallow thickly, feeling the lump in your throat grow. “You said…I don’t remember, Michael. It’s like there is a wall I can’t break down when it comes to you.”
“I said - should you not return to me, there is no force in heaven or hell that will keep me away from you,” he whispers lowly. “You must remember my words, little angel.”
“Maybe I don’t remember right,” it’s hard to have Michael so close after years of waiting for a chance to get back at him. He betrayed you in the worst way possible. While you tried to save his life, he took yours away from you. Along with your wings.
“You’ll come with me on free terms or not,” he won’t take no for an answer. Not half an hour ago he proved that he’ll kill anyone getting in between you and him. “I’ve got plans for you.”
“I miss my wings,” you close your eyes, as he caresses your cheek. “Can you give me back my wings? Do you still have my grace?”
“Why would I, little angel?” your eyes snap open and you step away from him. He chuckles darkly, even dares to look at you with pity. “Your grace is long gone. Father decided you are not worth walking among angels. I simply want your memories. I need to find a few…stray angels.”
“Stray angels,” choking on your tears you realize Michael didn’t come to your aid. He doesn’t want you back or to help you get your wings back. “You want to find and punish them.”
“Come now. We have work to do,” he holds out his hand, flashing his eyes blue again. His wings fill the library, and you start to shake in anger. “Y/N, don’t let me wait!”
“No,” your hand trembles when you get the lighter you hid in your pocket out. You glance at Michael one last time before lighting the lighter and dropping it to the ground.
He frowns as you clutch your hands to your chest the moment the lighter ignites the holy oil.
“Y/N! What did you do?” he growls in your direction. “You know this won’t kill me!”
“I know,” you take another step back. “But it will hurt like a bitch if you try to leave the circle and it will banish you long enough to make sure Sam Winchester will get his brother back.”
“You don’t want me to become an enemy,” Michael warns. “Little angel, free me. NOW! I will hunt you down.”
“Try hunting me down with your sword gone,” getting your phone out you dial Sam Winchester’s number. You swallow thickly as Michael glares at you.
“Let me out!!”
“Sam Winchester, my name is Y/N. You don’t know me, but Castiel asked me for help a few weeks ago. I’m at the public library in Great Bend. I captured Michael. He’s currently banished by holy oil. Just hurry and get him…”
“Y/N, let me go,” Michael watches you crouch down to cover your colleague with your jacket. “I’m sorry about those…humans.” He makes a face as you wipe your eyes. “Little angel, come here.”
“No, you’re not,” you get back up as the door slams open. Castiel, followed by two men you don’t know storms into the library, accompanied by a girl carrying a spear. “Goodbye, Michael.”
“Y/N,” Castiel wraps his hand around your wrist to drag you away. He brings you behind his back, ready to defend you. “Thank you.”
“Castiel,” you huff. “I didn’t have much of a choice. He came to use me as a weapon against our brothers and sisters. I’m not an angel anymore, but this doesn’t mean I’ll help him bring them down. You got what you wanted. I’m out of this…”
You turn to leave the room, not wanting to watch the group kill your former lover.
When you close the door behind you, screams fill your ears. There’s commotion in the room as you press your forehead against the wall, letting the tears finally fall.
“He didn’t come for me. Michael never loved me,” admitting your defeat, you sink to your knees and start crying. “I should’ve helped Lucifer to kill you…”
“Why am I here?” you glance at Michael’s vessel. The archangel left the hunter’s body, but not without breaking a few bones and leaving bruises all over the hunter’s body. Dean looks like he lost a battle and got under the bus at the same time.
“Dean is back,” Sam clears his throat, “but Michael escaped. We don’t know where he is, Y/N. You’re not an angel anymore.” You huff. “Sorry. It’s just, that he will kill you for helping us.”
“He won’t show mercy and kill me, Sam Winchester,” you chuckle humorlessly. “I betrayed Michael in the worst way possible. He will come for me to inflict as much pain as possible. He will keep me alive to do it all over again. I’m better off dead.”
“She saved me Sammy,” Dean croaks. It feels odd to have his voice back to the hunter. “We should take her in. Michael will kill her if we let her go. I got a glimpse of his thoughts. He wanted to kill her after he got what he wanted.”
“He took my grace and my wings,” getting up from the chair at the library you slide your fingertips over the table. “Michael took his love away from me too. What else can he take? A life I never wanted. I was reborn human after existing for thousands of years. I’m already dead.”
“Sweetheart, there are worse things than being human,” the elder brother huffs. He slowly gets up from his chair to hobble toward the first aid kit on the table. “Being dead, or cake instead of pie.”
“Pie?” sighing deeply you watch Dean try to patch the wound at his shoulder up. The one the mysterious girl gave him to ban Michael from the hunter’s body. “Let me do this.”
“I can patch myself up,” the hunter grumbles as you snatch the first aid kit out of his hands. “Girl, can you just not…”
“My colleague taught me how to do this,” Dean watches a stray tear roll down your cheek. “They were good people, you know. Michael killed them as I refused to follow him. I was scared and tried to escape so he burned their eyes out right in front of me to prove a point. He’ll do the same to you, your brother, and everyone you love if you try to protect me.”
“We won’t let him hurt you, Y/N,” Castiel states. He always had a weak spot for you. “You should’ve never followed his lead.”
“Really?” head-snapping toward Castiel you growl at the angel. “I lost everything, and you want to make me feel even worse? I loved him! Do you have the slightest idea how it feels to get your life ripped away by the one you love the most?” you sniffle.
“Cas, leave her be. Michael just killed her friends. She needs a rest. All of us need a rest. The bunker will keep her safe.”
“No one will be able to protect me,” you rip the old band-aid off Dean’s shoulder to clean his wound. “Now hold still. I’ll try to fix this.”
“The bunker is safe. Warded,” Sam tries to calm you. “You are safe with us.”
“Sure,” putting a new band-aid on Dean’s wound, you ignore Sam trying to make you feel safe. “Nothing and no one will stop Michael from killing me. It’s fine. I accepted death a long time ago.”
“You won’t die, sweetheart. I will return the favor and keep you safe,” Dean offers as you slam the first aid kit shut.
“Save your breath, Winchester,” you pat his cheek. “I died the moment Michael ripped my grace out of my body. I felt every feather I lost when I fell…and then I landed on the cold, hard ground. Torn apart, shattered, and slowly turning into dust.”
“Guys, we should focus on finding and killing Michael. For now, he’s weakened. Michael must find a new vessel after he lost his true vessel. It will take him some time to get another yes,” Sam says.
“I remember every vessel of Michael,” you snatch the notebook out of Sam’s hand. “It won’t do you any good to go after Michael but, if you want to try, I can give you the names.”
“Does he have yours too?” Dean asks. “He could go after them.”
“I’m not an angel anymore, Dean. This body is mine,” you point at your chest, “I was reborn like Anna. You remember Anna, right?”
“How could we not?” the younger Winchester grumbles while Dean scratches the back of his neck. “So—you are completely human.”
“I got most of my memories back around three years ago after an angel tried to eliminate me. Until then, I was a normal human, just like Anna,” you explain. “I got no wings or grace hidden in the back of my closet.”
“Welcome to team free will in that case,” Dean holds out his hand, flashing you a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you want to rip that bastard’s ass open.”
“I—” you glance at Dean’s offered hand, wondering if you’ll be of any use to the hunters. “I don’t know if you should keep me around, but fine.” You shake Dean’s hand, silently agreeing to hunt Michael down with team free will. “Let me give you a list of Michael’s vessels first. We should make sure they won’t say yes…”
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