#pettyseraph

[theloyalson]

Baby

"Zachariah, I'm pregnant."

The seraph blinks, once, twice, and the expression on his face may be unreadable to Michael, but anyone else not in such a stressful situation like sudden 'divine' conception can see that Zachariah's thinking he doesn't get paid nearly enough to deal with Michael's shit."Er... what?" he asks, eyebrows raised in disbelief.Michael repeats himself, clearly exasperated "I'm pregnant. You know. Expecting. With child. Parturient. I've got a bun in the oven -- whatever you want to call it."

"How?" is the next question out of Zachariah's mouth, and Michael's pinching the bridge of his nose in order to keep his temper in check.

"Gabriel thought it would be funny to play a prank on me," Michael tells him through gritted teeth. "And now he's gone somewhere and I can't find him."

Zachariah tries his hardest not to laugh, really he does, but the inevitable starts to happen. First it starts out with a simple twitch at the corners of his lips, and then he's stifling low chuckles which grow into louder snickers, and pretty soon he's waving his hands and cackling at the situation, tears welling up in his eyes. Michael, stony-faced, doesn't find any of this funny.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zach tries to apologize through hiccoughs, laughter at the back of his throat threatening to start up again. He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, does that a few more times. "I'm sorry. I am. Sorry. Really."

"Do you need anything?" Zachariah asks, as if that'll make up for him laughing at Michael's predicament.

He narrows his eyes in response. "No."

Zachariah makes a face that tells Michael he doesn't believe him, but nods regardless. "Alright. If that's the case, then I'll get started on your baby shower. Who knows? Your baby daddy, Gabriel, might even show up."

And Zach's laughing again, while Michael resists the urge to choke the life out of him.

"We'll get you something for all those hormones, too," he comments, waggling his eyebrows and shaking his head. "They're all over the place, I can tell."

The urge to smite Zachariah grows with each baby-related comment, but he decides to save that forever. Pickles and ice cream does sound delicious right now.

[theloyalson]

Long time, no see | Michael and Zachariah

Okay, so he couldn’t get back to heaven. That wasn’t a big deal, right? He could communicate with angels – okay, no, he couldn’t do that, either. Michael could hear what was going on in heaven (and nothing seemed as bad as he was making it out to be, apparently the angels had begun to be incredibly self-sufficient with the lack of a stable leader) , but they couldn’t hear Michael, which proved to be a bit of a problem. So, he had regained all of his power, but he was cut off from heaven. And with a bit of a scowl, Michael couldn’t help but think how he’d rather have no power at all.

“No,” he murmured to himself, hands shoved in the pockets of his denim jacket as he continued to walk down the streets of a small town in Montana. He couldn’t stay in that godforsaken motel room for another day; and since he no longer felt the need to sleep like a human did, he had no reason for it anymore. But now, he found, with no way to return to heaven and no need to carry out basic human functions, Michael had fallen into the most unsatisfying of betweens, where he was too angelic to be a human, but too human to be angelic. Was this any way for the next-in-line to be God to have to live? He would’ve filed a formal complaint, had there been any way for him to do so. “That’s not right at all.”

And then there was the fact that he was no longer in touch with any other angels. Sure, Castiel was around somewhere, but he chose to stay in the company of the Winchesters – the group with whom Michael was proud not to associate himself with. He didn’t know where Balthazar could be, and Gabriel had been off doing his own thing for centuries, he didn’t expect him to stop now.  This certainly didn’t help with Michael’s feeling cut off from everyone, but what could he do, truthfully? Seek them all out and then what? They were all scrambling to figure out this aethyr business when Michael couldn’t have cared any less than he did. Why should he when he was almost positive that his future was assured?

Then again, he thought with an air of disgust as he plopped himself down on a park bench to think, that was the future. This was the present, and it was looking pretty bleak and daunting until he could figure out how to get himself back to heaven. God had crafted him to be resilient and determined; he knew he'd find a way back, he just didn't know when. Or how.

With a long, silent sigh, Michael ran a hand through his hair, then rested his elbows on his knees, allowing his head to drop and his gaze to focus on the snowy ground This was proving a lot harder than it was supposed to be. These things were supposed to come easily to him, but it was like he'd returned from the cage somebody else, someone that was not and might never potentially be the Michael he used to be, ever again. Someone who was wholly and completely unfit to possess the title of 'God' in the state he was in. Naturally, that would have to change, too. But yet again, he lacked the means necessary to know how.

And as the snow fell on in Bigfork, Montana, all Michael really wanted was a sign, a metaphorical silver lining, but like it had been lately, he expected that he would get no such thing.