Archangel Michael

Archangel Michael, leader of God's armies.

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Brother of Mine.

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… I have it on good account that your brooding is hazardous. Wha— funny. It’s not a… crush. I don’t need anyone. Crush… what a horrible term.  [Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, loose and ragged on his forehead, and sat forward. It was uncomfortable to remain on his back, especially with his brother at his side. The tension between the angels had lessened, however, Lucifer felt slightly on edge in Michael’s presence. It was clear that Michael was trying to abridge the distance, even Lucifer was able to see the effort. How was he supposed to pretend that everything was okay, though? It had been one thing to want to relish in the false pretenses, but a different story to lean into it. His gaze was focused on his brother’s profile, tracing the sharp contours to Michael’s eyes.

He recognized the pain in Michael’s eyes, darkened at the edges. Lucifer had wanted to make Michael feel it; a degree of the agony that had been imbued into his very being. They had done worse to each other in the cage. Shifting through celestial forms and manifestations, attacking the other with unbridled fury. Lucifer’s Cage violated the privacy of the imprisoned, slicing through barriers without rhyme or reason, and scratched at the walls until its prisoners were driven to insanity. There had been no time to look at each other without a roil of rage, no time to look at the damage inflicted. His cage was different than Hell. The monstrous construction was a Hell meant for Lucifer, not his brother.] … you don’t think I haven’t thought about it? I’m the one that has been taking the lives. … unlike the rest of you? I’m willing to do whatever is necessary. It’s survival. You may be willing to overlook certain… things. Others won’t. I’m public enemy number one. There’s nothing too beneficial about the name. … is that so? What other ways? Souls? How is that any better? Michael, you said it yourself. Causalities are going to happen. This way…? They’re at least put to use. It’s not like there aren’t more of yo— us. 

It's the true term, Lucifer, at least from my current point of view. I don't trust you with this woman... Not when you've made it obvious for your hatred on our fathers creation. What makes her different to you? *the question was a serious one but he figured it was most definitely not the right time to ask so he shrugged his shoulders and moved on with the conversation between them*

*Michael kept his gaze fixed on Lucifer, merely looking down towards his brother who was lay on the bed from the weak state that he had been forced into. No doubt draining all of that Grace would result in something like this, Lucifer had surely known that but still, this punishment did not fit the crime. Michael was just far too concerned in his brother to even attempt such punishment that would go against everything that he had told Lucifer since he arrived that mornin. Michael wasn't going to betray his brother after the last time something terrible happened between the two of them, not now and not ever. Focusing on fixing this rather than getting back at Lucifer for what he had been doing to their brothers and sisters was far more appropriate.*

Just because there are many more doesn't mean it's alright to destroy the ones that you come across. They are our brothers and sisters, Lucifer, and you took everything from force because they refused to help you. The more you continue like this the harder it's going to be in our search for forgiveness... You can turn the tables around now... Borrow the souls of those who want to help further this world and when we're done, we create a paradise in its place, we return those souls that we borrowed. Doesn't that sound better? *Michael narrowed his eyes, hoping the plan in his mind didn't sound too bad to somebody else; it hadn't been something he spoke of before and Lucifer was the person he should discuss it with, even if that meant his potential opponent knew of what he intended to do. The two of them both quite clearly wanted the gates opened and even if their battle went to the way it was before they fell into the cage, at least the power from heaven and hell would be further in their grasp.*

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Brother of Mine.

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… yeah, well… better than your suffocating brooding… [Lucifer’s words had been close to a grumble. He felt the energy begin to level throughout his vessel, wrathful lashes quelling to occasional sparks. It was reflexive to separate the connection between Grace and vessel. At the moment, Lucifer didn’t want to deal with the inevitably pain in Nick’s body from the residual energy. Michael’s tension caught his attention, though. Don’t strain yourself, he thought to himself. It wasn’t fair to think so bitterly, especially after the willingness to accept the caustic flow like Michael had done. Still, his brother’s displays of affection and sincerity, so to speak, were confusing to say the least. There had been a time when Heaven was a true haven. There had been a time when Lucifer was able to register love without destruction chasing it. Lines had blurred for him long ago. Isolation had that effect.] … she’ll be fine. [At Katherine’s name, Lucifer’s gaze strayed then narrowed, albeit subtly, at the ceiling. He hadn’t spoken to Katherine since the impromptu confrontation at the hospital. The realization that Michael had been alone with Katherine wasn’t something to dwell on. There was nothing territorial in Lucifer’s thoughts, which had been a degree of surprise to him. Curiosity, perhaps. Katherine had failed to elaborate on the incident’s details. In three years, Lucifer had never seen the vampire so outright volatile towards anything that moved. He shifted and propped onto his elbows, turning his attention onto his brother. There was no point in bringing it up.] Did you feel them…? I’ve killed over hundreds. [Lucifer’s voice was toneless. There had been violence, exceptional amounts, since his siblings refused to willingly offer the power to him. He recalled the moments when his cravings resulted in merciless assaults on siblings.] There’s a… hunger. You felt it…? The surge of power. It’s painful. … worth it, though.  [Grace and souls. They were the new currency of the realm. Lucifer was remorseful, something that he dared anyone to protest, but it was something he had to do. It was that simple.]

I'm sure you'd claim anything is better than my so-called suffocating brooding.

*Michael could feel all that energy build up inside him, the first time he had felt like this since he was released from the Cage. A wave of relief washed over him, the knowledge that he was at least capable of defending himself a little more and those around him, he knew he could help more people with the Grace that had been bestowed upon him; but that wouldn't last long. There needed to be a more permanent method of building up strength and power to do good for this world, there needed to be more for the endgame goal of the Apocalypse; the Gates needed to be re-opened and that would take an unthinkable amount of effort, something that Michael wasn't even sure could be accomplished by the little sources they had on the planet now, but something had to be possible. Working with Lucifer would only result in this faster.*

I don't doubt that. Katerina is strong. It's no wonder you've a crush.

*There was some teasing in his voice, the tone that he used rather childish and taunting but Michael simply wanted to know what Lucifers intentions really were with the female; was it true? Did he really like the vampire in question? The relationship that had been formed between them was a strange one, perhaps intriguing, and while Michael witnessed the dedicated from Katherine's end he still wanted to be sure about Lucifer. And then more questions flooded his mind, wondering if his little brother knew about the journey he took Katherine on, the torture that he had inflicted simply to get back at his brother, simply to drag those around him down and Michael was sure he could read something else in the glint of Lucifers eye but he wasn't going to mention anything. Not as long as Lucifer was prepared to let it go, even if it was just temporary.*

I felt it and I... I don't even know what it would mean to you if I asked you to stop but that's our family. Our own brothers and sisters that you're tearing apart, Lucifer. I know they betrayed you just as much as myself and your father, but... There are other solutions. This isn't going to help us.

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I do not understand any of this.

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And what happened to you exactly?

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Castiel And Michael ; Wicked Game

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“Oh, I do understand, Michael.” Castiel recapped the bottle of his water. He sat back on his bed, eyes never wavering from his Brother’s. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” He continued on, his hand turning the bottle over and over in his fingers, the water sloshing from side to side. “Having to go to extremes to protect the ones you love.” He huffed out a little before he fell into a fit of coughs, his hand balling up and pressing against his lips as the itch wracked his body, his eyes tightly shut as the dry heaves came and gone. His hand drifted down to the necklace around his neck, the little vial holding what was left of his grace, the silver swirling around in the glass, now flaring out in reach for the familiar presence of his Brother.

Lucifer didn’t take all of his Grace, just most. If the angel was to take all if it, he would of died. So he spared Castiel and left the sliver within the Angel, which he took out the first moment he could so it would not be any more corrupted by Lucifer’s touch. He looked back up at Michael, smiling faintly. He was right. Things had changed and not for the best, either. “You came because I called,” He unscrewed the cap to his water and took a small sip. “But you also came because you need something of me. What is it that I can offer you, Michael?”

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When Castiel replied, Michael turned his vision down towards the bottle of water that was rested in his hand. It wasn't like he wanted it much nor needed it, though it created a good distraction from his vision. It was hard to look at his brother especially when the atmosphere was this tense and he wasn't quite sure how long things would run smoothly -- not that they seemed positive in the first place. Eventually Michael managed to lift his head up, forcing his entire body around to face Castiel who was now sat against the edge of the bed, the swishing of the liquid as the bottle was turned upside down strangely soothing for his ears. "It does... But that is what we've been doing throughout our entire existence, Cas. That is the same reason you abandoned us and left for this life, is it not? To protect the ones you love?" Dean Winchester had captured the heart of one of his closest Angels and that was the reason Castiel had left his brothers and sisters in the first place, that is the reason he destroyed many of them. The love of one human; but now Michael knew, first hand, that if you spend some time around humanity like this then it's bound to change some things for you. Michael had changed, he had come to these realizations he never had time to wander before and he was thankful for this journey, if not pissed for his father turning his back on his own son at such a desperate time.

Michael took some steps forward, folding his arms over as he came to a stop around a meter away from where Castiel broke into a fit of coughs. The archangel wanted to help with whatever the cause yet he stood there, simply looking down on his little brother, not really sure what to say nor do any more. Clearing his throat nervously, Michael folded over his eyes for a few moments and concentrated on the situation, keeping his mouth closed whilst these thoughts were running through his mind. After taking the peaceful silence around them as time to compose himself, the Archangel's eyes finally flickered open and he looked down towards Castiel like before. "I..." Michael hesitated. It wasn't like he wanted to explain absolutely everything that happened between himself and Lucifer now that Cas didn't want to be involved as much, but Michael wanted to. He needed somebody to confide in, an Angel to be there for him since there were so little of them left on this world; especially those who he could trust without a doubt. Hoping that his judgement on Castiel could prove itself, Michael stumbled forward and turned around to take a seat on the bed, making himself comfortable on the perched position near the bottom. "It's about Lucifer. We've come to an agreement. There wasn't much else to do, Cas."

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But Its Better If You Do || Jasey & Michael

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Michael took a seat beside Jasey on the couch, seemingly transfixed by the actions she was performing on her legs for a moment, she smirked slightly, capping the bottle and placing it back on the table, she finished her right leg and slid her now inherently smooth limbs beneath her, leaning back on the arm rest of the chair. She rested them bent in front of her as she cocked her head and studied him for a moment, registering his question.

She chewed on her lip for a moment, she didn’t really know what to tell him, she had to do this didn’t she? She also wondered if she should tell Michael that she’d somehow taken on another species. Her and Tyler hadn’t figured that one out completely though they had a shrewd idea of how it had happened. She was still in shock over that one. “I…I…I mean Michael, it’s a demon deal, and not with just any demon, but the crossroad king himself. I don’t really see how I’m supposed to get out of it!” She said earnestly, she sat up a bit, draping her arms over her legs and resting her chin in the crook of her knee. “I though you were just going to teach me how to play doctor.” She pouted, her green eyes searching his. 

She sighed in resignation, “I don’t want to do it, it’s a death wish, but at the same time, I have to do everything I can to protect Tyler, can you understand that? Or at least try to?”

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The moment she placed the bottle back on the table and folded her legs underneath her body Michael could focus again, keeping his gaze on her face and nothing more than that. This conversation was supposed to be serious, not just a casual meet-up or a getting to know one another type of conversation; really, there weren't many layers to Michael and he was pretty sure Jasey already knew everything that she needs to know about him, even the obvious family troubles that seemed to be leading his life by the reign right now. The archangel made sure he was sitting comfortably in the seat before clearing his throat and pushing everything away from his mind, focusing on the conversation that he had arrived here for. When Jasey hesitated and explained, Michael nodded his head. He knew it was a hard decision for her, he knew it was her hybrid boyfriend on the line here but that didn't mean he was going to let Jasey do what Crowley asked.

And then the realization hit him. Michael's eyebrows raised for a few moments, eyes lighting up with that familiar spark where you thought of something beyond intelligent in your mind but he quickly got rid of that evident expression. Clearing his throat, Michael nodded his head once more and smiled half heartedly at playing doctor -- something that he was going to help her do, even if it wasn't as necessary now as it used to be, not for longer if the plans went as expected. "I understand." Standing up from the seat, Michael crossed the room and stared blankly at the door for a few moments, composing himself and the words throughout his mind so he didn't give himself away; obviously she'd be curious why the sudden change in mind so he needed an excuse. "You're right. A deal is a deal, a deal that I can't drag you out of. Tyler needs to stay protected and... We need as much information on Lucifer as possible. Even if our key to that is Crowley then so be it." Turning around on the spot, Michael smiled once more. "I want you to do it. I'll make sure you're not caught. I'll cover your tracks."

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Brother of Mine.

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haloforanoose:

[It had been instinctive to withdraw a step from Michael. Lucifer blinked then firmed his jaw, forcing his vessel to remain still. The look in his brother’s eyes felt like a cut across an old wound. For a moment, Lucifer wanted to lash out and struggle, gnash his teeth at the person that dared to approach. It was admittedly petty on Lucifer’s account, but he wanted his brother to feel the pain. He should have a look at the agony his decision to turn away from Lucifer inflicted upon him. Michael wasn’t to blame for all of Lucifer’s actions, though, a lot of decisions could be traced to the eldest son. The simple action to breathe was a conscious action for angels since it was unnecessary.  Lucifer felt like he was suffocating. The moment his brother’s hands pressed to his chest, Lucifer felt the very blood in his vessel’s veins ignite like holy oil. He’s not taking all of it. It was a selfish thought, especially with the possibility that Michael could have caught it. Despite the situation, Lucifer was unable to relent the control because this was his. Not Michael’s. He was letting Michael do this. As the pull started to lessen, Lucifer felt his brother’s hands shift across his chest to rest on his shoulders. … deja vu, Michael. The relentless ache in his mind, overwrought tension in his Grace, all of it had dulled to something with a close resemblance to tolerable.] … I’m holding you to that. [He could still feel it, though. A presence on the fringe of his thoughts, an abyssal shadow in the debris. This was something that Lucifer had to fix. The white dazzle at the edge of Lucifer’s vision framed Michael’s face and, for a second, Lucifer was able to grin through the flash fire; it didn’t last. Never does. Once the exchange finally ceased, he leaned heavily into brother’s hands. The slightest movement from Michael could have resulted in Lucifer’s collapse.] Consider that… a belated birthday present, brother. [His voice was strained, vocal cords roughened from overuse. Slowly, Lucifer’s shoulders started to tremble, a low chuckle resonating from his chest. The fact that he had succumbed to false pretenses was pathetic. … may as well enjoy this while I can.]

*Michael enjoyed the eye contact between the two of them for he knew such a civil gaze wouldn't come very often; it was possible things would turn back around in the near future and the Archangel wasn't prepared to get his hopes up for no reason, but this was his brother. It must have been hard for Lucifer to hold back at that moment in time, it must be hard to give your enemy the power that could potentially result in your destruction but it was a sign of trust, a sign that Lucifer wanted to trust his older brother... Perhaps one day Lucifer would get some form of revenge on Michael for what he had done and that would most probably be the day Michael welcomes it with open arms.*

Good, Lucifer... Because I'm not going to betray my word nor you.

*The Grace that had been sucked into his body made itself obvious in his mind, his body still aching a little from the process but Michael knew Lucifer would need more help than he did, would be in more pain than he was; the amount of power his little brother had used when destroying Russia, how overwhelming all of that energy must have been and taking more of it would leave him weakened. Michael wasn't going to leave him. The Archangel would stay here until Lucifer recovered. When the body fell almost limp against him, Michael's muscles tensed and he held his brother upright in his arms as best he could, staring into that almost lifeless yet determined expression that he maintained.*

Even you have that humour at the worst of times. You never fail to amaze me.

*A half hearted smile appeared on Michael's face when he finished talking, staying on the spot for a few more moments to process what had happened. It all seemed unreal right now, Lucifer in his arms, the two of them agreeing to return to Heaven together, to receive forgiveness from their father -- but could Lucifer change? Could his view on humanity really be that slack that he is prepared to turn it all around? Surely it wasn't for the love of Katherine, the human-born that had grabbed the Devil's attention, the being in the world that hated his fathers creation the most. Pushing all doubts and unneccessary thoughts aside for now, Michael stumbled forward with Lucifer still in his grip and stopped a few inches away from the bed, lifting his body up a little before placing it down agains the soft covers layered on top of the mattress.*

I'll have to let Katherine know you're safe, brother. She's worried about you.

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Brother of Mine.

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… take some.  [Lucifer would give Michael a slight boost in strength, strength that could be wielded against him. It was a suggestion with the potential to turn on him. Michael’s first step to regain his brother’s trust. Pain would be unavoidable in the exchange. A monstrous amount had been exerted in the blast, but the sheer volume of the energy had nearly shredded his vessel. Hundreds of consciousness, malevolent and benevolent, struck and clawed at him. Through the pride and vanity, a heavy sense of misery roiled through his Grace. The angels had been determined to draw the suffering out to the fullest extent.] I won’t lie. I am an angel, after all. [Dry humor. It was something that made things easier to deal with. Though, Lucifer’s smile failed to reach his eyes. Angel. Perhaps, he would start to believe it if he said it enough.] Just… some. It may make my head stop hurting. I can deal with the rest. [He wasn’t so arrogant to believe that Michael’s olive branch would remain intact forever. It was a nice thought, even to Lucifer. Lucifer accepted the pain because the power was all he had left.]  

*Michael had assumed the ceasefire would be a probable result but that didn't mean it was endgame; something was bound to happen, their relationship was destined to fall apart, that is how their father had created them. Things could never be the same again, not like Michael wanted them to be. Lucifer could never be welcomed to Heaven like he was all of those years ago. It was too much to re-write, too much for the other Angels to accept; but anybody that tried to stop him once the gates were re-opened would have to face the two of them. A promise is a promise, but even beyond those promises is the bond of brothers, a bond stronger than any other; Archangels are no exception.*

*Without another word, Michael took a step forward to clear the distance that was left between himself and Lucifer; staring into those eyes for a few moments longer, the same gaze that Michael had embraced when sending his little brother down from his true home. The gaze of a soldier doing the mindless commands of his father, the composure refusing to slacken over the years but it was different now. Lucifer could trust him. Michael moved his hand outwards at a rather sudden pace and pressed his palm against his brothers chest, keeping the eye contact between the two of them as he focused on the Grace of past Angels inside of Lucifer, the same ones who were most probably to share the same fate as those who conquered Russia if Michael hadn't stepped in. The connection was made and those energies began to pull from Lucifers body to find a home in Michael's, forcing the archangel to brace himself for the unstoppable pain that was about to overwhelm him, the same pain that Lucifer would feel, his own little brother, the one that he was supposed to protect. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment or simply the requirement to comfort the one he was responsible for at the time of need, but Michael's arm extended almost without permission, hand cupping around Lucifer's shoulder as a sign of reassurance, comfort and trust.* I'm here now, brother... *The tone was a mere whisper, voice cracking due to the pain that he was trying to ignore, groans sounding from deep within his throat* I'm never going to leave you again.

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Castiel And Michael ; Wicked Game

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“Oh, stop it.” Cas spoke as he looked up to Michael, his brother a few feet in front of him. He saw the front put up by the Archangel and he would be damned (Ha. Funny now.) if he was going to use it around him. His hands unformed to rest at the sides of his thighs on the bed before he moved up, his back cracking along with his knees. It seemed all to human. “Don’t you put up that mask you seem so fit on showing everyone else in this world. You let it slip for Lucifer, remove it for me.” He walked across the cabin, past the statue on the shelving by the sink, and to the refrigerator. The cabin, luckily, still had power due to the river near the house. It was an old settler’s cabin, one that had been modified for electricity, running water, and even indoor plumbing. But no heat. It was cozy, to say the least.

He pulled out two bottles of water, offering one to Michael. Common courtesy. “You came to me once before asking for my help. I denied you because I thought it was another one of Lucifer’s hallucinations. But now…” He took a small drink. “What do you need from me, Michael?”

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The rather firm tone and that sharp glance made Michael shiver a little, Castiel blatantly not pleased with how he had arrived. It wasn't like this mental barrier was going to be forced down for just anyone and even though his younger brother wasn't just anyone, the state he was in wasn't exactly the one Michael had knew. The archangel had found it hard to open up to anybody, Lucifer being the only exception which Castiel kindly pointed out for him. "You don't understand..." But he did. Not that Michael would ever admit it, but Castiel did, he knew him better than most these days even if it did hurt him to see what he had become; human. Humanity was something that Michael admired by default, the creation that was superior to angels, the one that he had the purpose of serving, but to see a brother fall like that was loosing a massive part of you. Castiel was humane and the cracking of his bones only provided evidence.

Michael nodded his head to Castiel in appreciation before his fingers curled around the bottle of water, holding it by his side awkwardly whilst his gaze refused to linger far from his brothers. It had been quite a while since the situation that was being spoken now, the situation that no longer needed to be addressed; but Michael had something important on his mind, something that he wanted to tell Castiel. He could trust him, right? Even though Cas quite evidently had his own plans that didn't fit the Angels, his brother was still trustworthy. "Things have changed since I first approached you for help. I've been forced to reach desperate measures to ensure the safety of this world." There weren't enough people around him to find any easier solution in truth. Bonnie was the closest link to his family, the way she addressed things and the way she dealt with things, her purpose as a witch, and even then the archangel refused to open up to her.

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Brother of Mine.

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[Lucifer was speechless. He tilted his head then narrowed his eyes in a study. Michael chose him. Him. His brother’s attention — love — had been the only things Lucifer wanted for the longest time. Walk off the chessboard. Forget the battle. This was it, yet Lucifer was unable to accept it. Words meant nothing to the fallen angel until proven to him.] You should have figured out what I’ve been doing by now. … I took too much in. Just… make my head stop hurting at least. We can go from there, then. [It had been a long time since Lucifer asked for anything. Lucifer’s leeriness remained intact, though. A second betrayal from Michael would undoubtedly destroy whatever illusion of Lucifer that he had clutched onto since his Fall. His family had driven him into insanity. Michael had the power to kill him in more ways than one.]

*Michael kept the eye contact, not daring to falter even once during their conversation; there was no time to give Lucifer a second of doubt, no time to make the impression that his older brother was lying to him. There was obviously questions, questions that would be answered over time.*

I figured it out... But how do you suggest I help you?

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Castiel And Michael ; Wicked Game

Castiel sat down on his bed, his hands pressed together in a steeple, eyes closed. It had been a long time since he had prayed. He knew, though, that the one he was praying to would come for him. Answer him. He could only hope. He took in a deep breath and let it out through slightly parted lips.

“Michael, come on.” The official prayer was bullshit, made up by humans who thought they could communicate with the Archangel. Or was it a little fun Gabriel did, putting the idea in their minds and manifesting it. Giving Michael a big head. He didn’t know. “I know you can hear me. I knocked down one of the stronger wards so you can slip in. I need to talk to you.” I know you’re real. That you’re not a manifestation of my mind anymore. Lucifer didn’t even know of their relationship after he fell.

“Brother, please.”

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Michael heard the call. For once in his life, he was listening to his brothers, taking some time out from that all-important purpose to focus on one thing; family. The reunion between himself and Cas hadn't been a very warm one nor did it make the negative things in Michael's existence positive. In fact, it had made things seem fairly worse, but there was a chance to get his family back together, a chance that the Castiel he knew wasn't gone forever. There he was, his little brother, one of the angels that he helped raise all those years ago asking for him, pleading that he appear just for a few moments so they could talk. Who was Michael to ignore such a call when the world was going through such severe destruction?

Michael had been there for a few moments before he revealed himself to Castiel, his presence merely concealed whilst he watched over him. It was nice to see him caring so much, nice to see that his younger brother wasn't prepared to just move on and forget about him because right now, Michael needed him more than he would dare to admit. "Cas..." The tone was one that had clearly been rehearsed, composed to keep up that act he had taken ever since he returned from the Cage. Michael wasn't one to show weakness, hesitation, any signs that would make him seem weak or unfit to lead; it was his steady composure that made him Archangel Michael, the same one that had kept him alive all this time yet the same one that drove Lucifer to the depths of Hell. "I understand that we should talk."

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Much Ado About Nothing...

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;she doesn’t move from the couch just watches him, rigid and awkward in her cabin, wanting to talk about nothing;

You don’t have to leave, I told you, my doors are always open to you. Why don’t we start our nothing conversation with you sitting down, it hurt my neck to be craned up all the time

;she pats the couch cushion once;

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No, Bonnie. *Michael shook his head a few times before rolling his tongue between his lips in hesitation, eventually turning around on the spot to face the door* I have things to do. People out there are dying, there's no use sticking around and helping you find your books that have went missing. Sorry.

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But Its Better If You Do || Jasey & Michael

Soothing the Sweet Pea scented moisturizer over her long slender legs, Jasey sat rather bored on the couch. She squirted some more of the tantalizing smelling cream over the palms of her hand rubbing them against her flesh until her limbs were silky smooth, she heard a knock at the door and sat up startled, setting the bottle of lotion on the table and moving towards the front she opened it to find none other than Michael standing before her. She suddenly felt very underdressed in her shorts and t-shirt. “Michael, please come in…” She said, a note of confusion in her voice.

What could he possibly be doing here? Then she realized, he was probably going to admonish her to the house. He was not happy about her fulfilling her end of the demon deal with Crowley, but on the other hand she didn’t see how she could get out of it, they were binding contracts were they not? Of course she didn’t have any other experience to compare it to so she could be wrong, and Michael was an arch angel, he had to have some kind of pull. She fell back on the couch, propping her legs back up on the table and placing another dollop of lotion in her hand to begin on the other leg. “So…whats the scoop?” She queried, not exactly sure of the proper host protocol for arch angel visits.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

Michael was torn with decisions since stumbling upon his new realization, finding out what Lucifer had truly been doing since their release from the cage; or perhaps it was something fairly recent, the archangel still didn't know. That was his own family, those were the angels that both of them had grown up with but they were also, at least the vast majority, the same angels who had turned their backs on Lucifer just like everybody else. Some could argue that they deserved it, but not really. None of them deserve the fate that his little brother offered to them. All that Grace did not belong to him and it never would. Michael needed to stop this but for now, he needed to face the problem that was presented before him; Jasey. It was her boyfriends protection that was on the line here and Michael knew the lengths that she would go to have Crowley secure it. Did that really mean she was capable of doing what Michael had asked her not to do?

Knocking on the door lightly only a few times, Michael folded over his arms and waited in front of the wooden material patiently. It wasn't like he was going to appear in there uninvited, Jasey deserved her privacy and this conversation wasn't so urgent. Michael would keep an eye on her regardless, she wasn't going to run off anywhere without him knowing that she did. The door eventually swung open and the archangel presented her with a smile. "You look well groomed for someone living off rations." Michael spoke the words with a hint of humour before closing the door rather firmly behind him, sure not to make himself comfortable too soon. The meeting wasn't going to be a very social one, at least not with his intentions upon arrival. When Jasey asked the next question, Michael's eyes flickered towards her legs for a few moments and his voice dropped into nothing but silence, movements still whilst his gaze simply lingered until he clicked and came back to grips with reality. "I've... Simply come to ask if you've thought anything more of the deal that you made and the request I proposed to drop out."

[haloforanoose-blog]

Brother of Mine.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

haloforanoose:

…   [The chaos in his mind had been overwhelmed by Lucifer’s thoughts on Michael. His brother was providing an anchor, something to focus on through the whirlwind. It was admittedly pleasant to have his brother to himself again.] Once a way to jimmy the doors open is found… what makes you think that I’ll be welcomed? I’m… curious. You’re a little more understanding than most. [Michael had been wrong. Lucifer was destruction. He was glory and fury, destruction and fire, the condensation of Heaven’s splendor. God’s perfection painted and marked in sin. It wouldn’t be so easy to absolve from the atrocities that he had committed. Lucifer understood this. Did his brother?]

*Michael was hoping that Katherine was right, that he could actually help his little brother when he needed him most. Making the wrong move could result in this world ending for good. The archangel wasn't sure what Lucifer was capable of right now and had no intentions of finding out the extent of his power.*

I don't think you will. That's why I intend to beg for forgiveness... For both of us. Because this time, I'm not going to make the same mistake that I made last time. *taking another step forward, Michael hung his head towards the side and kept the sincere expression on his face, the sincere tone of his voice* This time, I'm not going to betray my brother. If our father returns and demands you be sent away... You won't be the only one leaving, Lucifer. God left us, he left both of us -- he left a son who needed him, he left a son who was troubled, a son who simply wanted attention that he deserves. And then he left me. The son he turned against his family, the son who only wanted to make him proud

Stand by my side, brother... And I shall do the same for you when the time comes. All I want is for us to be a family again. That is how it's supposed to be.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

on-a-pale-horse-i-ride started following you

I assume the apocalypse is serving you well.

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

Now now, Michael. You cannot interfere with a deal.

I can interfere with a deal when it's risking the life of my people.

[drcpalmer-archived]

Much Ado About Nothing...

[drcpalmer-archived]

;balancing her head on a closed fist, elbow supported by the back of the couch she looks at him, eyebrow raises; You came here, in the middle of the night to talk about…nothing?

[thefirstarchangel-blog]

Yes... *he swallows again before giving her a smile, head tilting towards the side; his eyes were full of wonder and concern, memories of those gentle touches on his cheeks, those lips pressed against his own* I should leave...