Meeting Your Archangel (Michael X Reader)
You were out hunting a nest with the boys, but there were more vampires than you and the boys could handle. You had gotten your leg broken by a vampire tossing you from the second story catwalk into a car. That was weeks ago, and the boys had finally drove you home from the hospital. They knew that they couldn't just forget that the Darkness was loose. You and the boys were coming up with a plan to get rid of them, and an idea came to your head. There is no way they'll agree, but it's worth a shot. "What about Michael?" It went so silent you could hear a pen drop. "Y/n.... are you serious?" Dean cried. "He wants me as his vessel!" "I know that, but it's better than Lucifer, who would kill to get to Sammy!" You replied. "You may not be blood, but I love you two idiots like brothers. I thought about Lucifer, and I knew that it would be bad for Sam." Dean thought it over for a while and Sam took a breath. "Listen, Dean, if you don't want Michael here-" "No, Sammy, y/n's right. We should get Michael," Dean interrupted. "Awesome. Sam, pass me-" "Hell no, kiddo," Sam chuckled. "You ain't coming. If we need to get out of there fast, we can't carry you out." "Sam, I've got two long poles," you said. "I can defend myself." "Against archangels?" Dean asked. ".... fine. Go. Just.... if I'm asleep, keep that creep out of my room." Dean laughed. "Of course," he grabbed his keys. "We'll be back." Later, after you were fast asleep, the door to the bunker opened and three figures walked through. "-and rule number 3: don't scare y/n or touch her stuff. She will hit you with her crunch, and I have experience," Dean finished before shushing himself. "She's out." Michael was very curious on who this badass y/n was, for he never met her. As he peeked across the couch, he saw you on your stomach, your face buried in the couch, and your leg wrapped in a f/c cast. Michael was staring at you until Dean screamed obnoxiously, "HEY Y/N WE'RE HOME WITH MICHAEL!!!!!!" You flipped over on your back and sat up, your hair in your face as the tv played Arrow, who said "you have failed this city" while you pushed your hair out of your face. "That's Michael?" You asked. The archangel was staring at you. "Yeah," Sam said. Your hair was still in your face and you were forcefully pushing it back, but it just fell back where it was. "OH MY GOD THIS SHIT!!!" you yelled, blowing a string of messy hair out of your face. Dean laughed at you and when you went to grab your crunch to stand he snatched it away. "Deeeean! You're so mean! Give me my spare leg back!" You whined. Sam rolled his eyes and sat on the other couch. Michael was simpily watching. "He's bullying me!" "Dean! Stop bullying y/n," Sam chuckled. "Haha! Get if you can, kiddo!" Dean teased, holding the crunch over his head. The other crunch was by Michael. "Michael! Pass me my crunch!" You called. Michael looked at the crunch, at you, and at Dean before smirking at you and sitting down at your feet. "Asshole!" "Now that you're stuck on the couch...." Dean quickly straddled your hips and dug his fingers into your sides, spidering them all the way up to your underarms. You shrieked with laughter while kicking your free leg. You felt something hard under your foot, but didn't exactly care until Michael grunted and stilled your foot with his hand. "Stop kicking me, little human!" The archangel groaned. Sam laughed when you snorted. "Dehehehehe ahahaha lehehehet me gohoho!" You laughed out. "Mihihichael hehehehelp! Hehehe's torturing mehehehe!" "He won't help you!" Dean grinned. You were trying to push his hands away from your ribs when Sam finally told Dean off. "Dean, she's had enough," Sam interfered. Dean whined a little but released you from torment, causing you to wrap your arms around your torso to get rid of the extra tickles. "Geehee... thanks for the hehelp Michael," you giggled out. Michael chuckled without smiling. "Is this what the men of letters have come to. Breaking legs, kicking angels, and tickling each other?" Michael asked. "Can you heal this?" You asked. Michael nodded. "Of course. I can do pretty much anything." "Will you heal me?" You asked. "We took you in," Dean said. You gave him a confused look. "Oh yeah, he's staying in the bunker after he destroys the Darkness." "You didn't tell me this earlier?" "I was busy bullying you!" Dean teased. Michae sighed before placing two fingers on your forehead, healing your leg and getting rid of the cast. You were left in jeans and a dark green tee shirt. You smiled, stood up, walked around, and sat back down next to Michael. You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thanks Michael!" You smiled. Michael's ears and cheeks went red with embarrassment. After you hugged him, and everyone was watching a nice movie, a question crossed your mind. "Hey Michael," you called. "Are you ticklish?" "No," he replied like he knew it was coming. "Have you ever been tickled?" "When I was very young. Very, very young." You nodded, not believing it for a second, before returning to the movie. After you knew the movie was drawing to an end, you stretched and purposly ran your fingers across Michael's stomach and ribs. He flinched and whined at the touch, trying to be quiet about it. "Ticklish?" You asked. "No." "You sureeeee?" You started to wiggle your fingers into his ribs. He squirmed until you got the oppurtunity to push him down on the couch and straddle his thighs. "Guys! Michael's ticklish!" "What?!" Sam and Dean jumped in and stared. "I am so getting Charlie!" Dean ran off to find the girl in the large bunker. You started to tickle his stomach lightly. "Now.... Dean's your vessel, and you claim there is no difference between you two. Let's see if you're as ticklish as Dean is on his hips," you drove your thumbs into the curves of his hips. Michael screamed. This wasn't even laughter, he was just screaming in ticklish agony. "I was right!" You smiled as his screaming turned into loud, uncontrollable laughter. "Tickle tickle Michael!" Charlie walked through the door and stood surprised as you dug your fingers into his hips. Michael was in tickle hell. "Can I help?!" The IT girl asked. "Yeah! Let's torture Michael!" You grinned. Michael yelled his arguement but Charlie was already on his shins, unlacing his shoes quickly. "Everywhere Dean is ticklish, so is Michael." "So.... everywhere." "Yup." Charlie peeled his socks off and started to scrape her long nails down the soft soles. Michael squealed and went into silent laughter. I rolled his shirt up and bent my head down, putting my lips on his stomach. "NOHOHOHO! NOHO PLEHEHEASE!" He screamed. "STOHOHOHOP!" You started blowing raspberries all over his stomach. Charlie let up on his feet, and the raspberries had him giggling and snorting adorably. "Poor wittle Michael," you teased. "Such a ticklish little angel!" "Heheheelp!" He laughed brightly. Charlie put a hand on your shoulder. "I'm not one for mercy, but I feel sorry for him." You chuckled. "Fine," you stood up and Michael curled into a ball and buried his face into the pillows of the couch to hide his blushing face. "T-that wasn't.... wasn't fair," he huffed. "We know it wasn't," Charlie grinned. "Now, I'm going to sleep with the happy thought that Michael is ticklish." Michael blushed harder as Charlie ruffled his hair and went back to bed. You chuckled. Maybe Michael isn't too bad. After the Darkness was put away, you noticed that Michael was very shy around you. He would squirm uncomfortably when you sat next to him on the couch, and he refused to do anything with you. Sam and Dean had grown to like the archangel like a friend, but you felt way more strongly. You always wanted him to tell you if he felt the same, but he never wanted to be near you. Maybe I'm too ugly, you thought. You went to Charlie, of all people for advice. "Charlie.... does Michael like me?" You asked nervously. "I mean.... I know I'm pretty ugly, but-" "Listen, y/n, you're hot. Michael should like you, because you are very pretty," Charlie promised. "Why don't you ask him?" "He doesn't want to be around me." "Well, he's leaning on the doorframe behind you right now," Charlie chuckled. You spun around and saw Michael standing there, very surprised. You blushed slightly when Michael came to the bed and sat down. "I'll let you two use my room. Just nothing kinky." She winked before leaving. "Do you really think that about me?" His green eyes glowed with nervousness. "Yes, of course!" You smiled. His eyes glowed with happiness before he leaned in and kissed you, long and sweet. That is how you met your archangel.