maybe something with michael!dean/sam (smut, angst, or whatever)?
“He loves you,” Michael murmurs, cupping Sam’s face. “He loves you so much.”
“Please,” Sam whispers. “Please, I just want him back, Michael. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve - -”
Sam’s cut off when Michael presses their lips together, and honestly - - he’s stunned into silence, eyes wide.
Michael pulls away, puzzled, and grasps Sam’s chin with his fingers. “I don’t understand how this is possible - - but you are pure, Sam. I can taste it.”
Sam swallows hard, looking at him in disbelief. “What?”
Michael kisses him again, needing to have more. “You’re pure,” he repeats. “You’re pure, and I...want it for myself.”
Sam shivers. He knows this isn’t Dean, but...still. Hearing those words from someone who looks like Dean is still...something. “What do you want?”
Michael slides his hand up Sam’s back, smiling at him. “I want you to behave, first and foremost.”
Sam casts his eyes down. “Will you ever let my brother go?”
“Perhaps...if you do me a few favors first.”