Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.

“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.

Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.

“Come on, angel,” Dean taunted from the water sending a spray up at him. “It’s not warm but it’s not too cold either.” Dean chuckled as michael earned a few whistles from the other patrons of the boat. There was one woman eyeing him  up and down. “Apparently you have a fanclub already.” 

Michael chuckled, looking down at himself. “Well, I guess I can’t blame them.” He said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before jumped into the water, just a normal pencil jump, nothing too fancy. The cold rush of the water caught him by surprise as he made his way to the surface again. He ran a hand through his dripping hair as he placed one hand one Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to help with from sinking without using his grace. “It’s not too bad.”

Dean pulled him along, swimming backwards so he could keep a hand on Michael until he hit the sand bar and could stand. “Yeah swimming’s fun. I guess you don’t get to do it very much, sitting on all those fluffy clouds.” He smirked. “Well now you don’t have much of a choice what with our extended vacation and all.” Dean kicked up his feet so he was floating, still watching Michael. “So how does the whole thing with the wings work? Can you tuck them away fully so they don’t get wet? I’d imagine wet wings can’t feel very nice.”

Michael shook his head in response to Dean’s question. “It’s like wearing soaking wet socks but worse.” He shrugged as his feet found the sand and he could stand. Admittedly, the sand between his toes felt a little weird, but not a bad weird. “I can tuck them away completely, it takes some effort, though.” He shrugged. “Imagine having extra arms on your back, well most angels have only two, but archangels and seraphims and six. So imagine having six extra arms on your back and you have to try and keep them hidden all the time. Even with grace, it can get tiring.”

@the--good--soldier

“I’ll bring Yahoel. The three of us and your demon allies should be enough.” Michael explained, calling out over the angel radio for Yahoel. He was Michael’s closest, still living, associate. An honourable and powerful Seraphim who had aided Michael on many accounts. It didn’t take long for the other angel to appear, unlike Michael and Raziel who’s wings were both brightly colored and magnificent, Yahoel’s were softer, resembling those of a barn owl. He tended to stay silently by Michael’s right shoulder when he wasn’t busy with his other angel duties.

“Lead the way.” Michael looked back at Raziel after glancing at Yahoel. “We need to meet up with your allies and-” Michael let out a small sigh. “I promise not to smite them. For now at least, and so does Yahoel, they have nothing to worry about.” The other angel nodded slowly from where he stood to Michael’s right, watching Raziel with a curious gaze. The eldest archangel had already told him what was happening and what their plan was. He trusted the other not to tell anyone else.

“I think he’s a good choice” Raziel agreed. Yahoel indeed was a trustworthy angel. The golden archangel and the seraphim were never close, but the other had always been at Michael’s side. That was something. Well, it was very much to tell the truth… Raziel nodded in greeting as Yahoel arrived. Quiet and calm as always… Nice. Raziel somehow liked silent and serious people. Especially when serious matters were at hand.

“I am thankful” the golden archangel said as the eldest one promised no harm will come to their demon allies “Beliave me, they will behave as well. Let’s go.” He offered, spreadinh his mughty wings. Raziel had set up some safehouses on Earth long ago. They will meet the demons in one of them. The golden archangel concentrated and notified his dark friends and allies to come, ensuring them it was safe around the other two angels.

At the door of the safehouse, they were met by two demons. One - a tall snake-eyed man with long black hair, black goatee, black scaled tail, serpentine fangs and black mighty dragon-like wings, the other - a lean black and scarlet haired woman with ember-like eyes, black demonic wings tinted with scarlet and small sharp black horns. Raziel embraced them “These are Astaroth and Sthyxa, two of my closest friends” he introduced the two to his brothers “Astaroth, Sthyxa, this is Michael and Yahoel”. The demons nodded in greeting, yet seemed uneasy. They didn’t feel very secure around angels they didn’t know, especially when one of them was Michael himself.

Michael and Yahoel watched the two demons with a cold and wary stare. The two angels combined were certainly no match for hellish creatures but that didn’t erase the fact that Michael and Yahoel were on guard around them. The eldest archangel could tell that both Astaroth and Sthyxa felt them same around him. He had heard about those two demons. Why they dared help an angel, nonetheless an archangel like him or Raziel, was beyond him. Astaroth being the Duke of Hell, Michael would assume he’d hate angels with a passion. Yet here he was.

“Michael,” He introduced himself, his tone almost as cold as his stare. But of course, they already knew who he was; like most intelligent creatures. Yahoel merely nodded in greeting from where he stood beside Michael. “I’m assuming Raziel has already informed you of the situations.” 

Michael scoffed. “I’m Michael, I can do almost anything.” He reached up and pressed his index and middle finger to Adam’s temple, his eyes glowing a brilliant bright blue. Slowly, Adam’s vampire fang disappeared along with his disire for human blood, and he returned to a normal human being. “There,” He said as his hand fell back to his side.” 

Adam could feel himself lose all blood lust gone he shaken moved his hands to his mouth checking for his fangs. None he could fine he looked at Michael then almost tackled him into a hug. “Thank you!” he hold onto him tightly smiling he felt better but really hungry after not eating anything really since he was human.

Michael cleared his throat awkwardly, half of his face buried in Adam’s shoulder considering Adam was a fair bit taller than Michael’s vessel. “You’re welcome,” His voice was muffled. “You should probably eat and rest.”

Anything for you.

“Maybe just a little bit.” He replied to her question about still being annoyed with Gabriel. He would stay annoyed for as long as he wanted, and while he had nothing against Sabby; he had stuff against her father and definitely her mother.

Human and angel relationships frowned upon, but demon and angel relationships? Completely unheard of. Absolutely dishonourable, shameful, and appalling. Michael could list hundreds of adjectives to describe it.

“You’re not all demon, no, but you are half demon. Meaning there is still evil and sin within you.”

“There’s sin inside all of us Mikey.” Sabby laughed. “And yes I know, "me more than most because I’m part demon.”“ She paraphrased what she had heard all her life, "but what is it? Have I not killed enough people for you? Want me to be all bad?” She chuckled darkly, she didn’t want to be seen as a demon.

“If you keep laughing like that then everyone will so you like that,” Michael commented with a small teasing smile.

“You’re not all bad,” He assured her, even though he doubted he needed it.”Maybe three-quarters bad. Give or take.”

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders simultaneously. “But yes, we all have sin in us. Even me. Admittedly. But that is why my siblings and I are here, and so was my father. To redeem people of sin.”

Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.

“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.

Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.

“Come on, angel,” Dean taunted from the water sending a spray up at him. “It’s not warm but it’s not too cold either.” Dean chuckled as michael earned a few whistles from the other patrons of the boat. There was one woman eyeing him  up and down. “Apparently you have a fanclub already.” 

Michael chuckled, looking down at himself. “Well, I guess I can’t blame them.” He said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before jumped into the water, just a normal pencil jump, nothing too fancy. The cold rush of the water caught him by surprise as he made his way to the surface again. He ran a hand through his dripping hair as he placed one hand one Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to help with from sinking without using his grace. “It’s not too bad.”

Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.

“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.

Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.

Michael scoffed. “I’m Michael, I can do almost anything.” He reached up and pressed his index and middle finger to Adam’s temple, his eyes glowing a brilliant bright blue. Slowly, Adam’s vampire fang disappeared along with his disire for human blood, and he returned to a normal human being. “There,” He said as his hand fell back to his side.” 

Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.

Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael frowned slightly as he got onto the boat, instantly thrown off by how different it was from standing on land. The boat wobbled beneath his feet as he shuffled over towards Dean, sitting down next to him. He looked over the side and down at the water, it was pretty, a bright blue-green, obviously clean. Once everyone had boarded, the boatman untied the sailboat from the docks and they headed out onto open water.

Michael looked back over at Dean. The archangel’s wings had disappeared again as soon as he stepped onto the boat, so they wouldn’t get in the way or get wet. God, he hated it when his wings got wet. “So is this how it’s gonna go from now on?” He asked. “I drag you around the world and you make me do human things for the first time; like sit in a car, or ride a boat or eat pie. Maybe we’ll bond over our mutual hatred of demons.”

Dean laughed, how could he not, the idea was hilarious. Traveling the country with this angel and doing things they’d never done before. “Human things have their uses… I mean there’s pie, and… well.. pie.” Dean shrugged then smiled. The boat started picking up speed as the sail caught the wind and Dean almost pitched over, luckily not over the side. He flailed a bit before righting himself. “Well, there’s ntohing better than sitting in my car, but you got the whole wings thing so probably not all that fun for you. But the boat’s not too bad if I don’t fall overboard and there’s nothing better than pie.” 

Michael held back a laugh as he watched Dean flail around a bit to get his balance back, though the archangel was ready in case the hunter fell overboard. He had never swum before, but it couldn’t be that hard. “I’ve never had pie either,” Michael admitted, leaning back in his seat to look at the sky. “But unfortunately all food just tastes the same to me.” He looked over at Dean curiously. “What does it taste like?” Michael asked as he ran a hand through his hair, the combination of the boat’s calm speeds and the winds was enough to tussle Michael’s hair slightly. “It’s hard to explain, isn’t it? At least to someone who doesn’t know what taste is.”

“Have you ever stood on the top of a mountain, like Mr. Everest or something, spread your wings and just dove off? And the wind is in your feathers and in your face and it’s fresh and clean and just unbelievably satisfying? Or walked through an apple grove in spring when the flowers were blooming before the fruit could form fully? And that sweet slightly tart smell that just invades your senses?” Dean smiled at the memory, eyes half closed as he continues talking. “Pie is kind of like that. A rush of joy and fruity flavor bursting over your tongue. Pie makes me happy.” 

Michael couldn’t help but chuckle as Dean tried to explain what pie tasted like. It wasn’t completely clear but he got the picture; something that tasted really good. Heavenly even. “You make it sound like it’s equivalent to Ambrosia.” He commented with a small smile.

The boat started to slow down as the boatman tied up the sail, saying that anyone on the boat could jump off and swim for a little bit. The archangel watched as a few people in swimsuits  got up to jump into the clear blue water. “We don’t really have those.” He said, gesturing at the people’s swimsuits, his mind pulling a blank at what there name was.

Michael shook his head, he had heard about Meg. She liked to tease Castiel quite a bit, Michael had never met her but he already wasn’t very fond of her. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, though, Castiel.” He explained. “If she eats one of the cookies and it does have nuts in it, we’ll be in big trouble.”

“Even though Megan is mean to me I’d never want anything bad to happen to her.” He took a drink of his tea and looked at him. “You and Gabriel said that I shouldn’t let someone make me feel anger and hate because it doesn’t help.” They us to tell him that when he was really young when Gabriel actually believe that there is still good in the world other then his younger siblings.

“Good,” Michael said as he smiled proudly at Castiel. He had taught his brother well, after a lot of trial and error with his other siblings that is. “Being kind to others is important and will get you much farther in life than being cruel.” After a few more seconds of silence, the blaring sound of baby Samandriel waking up and crying came out over the baby monitor. Michael let out a small sigh as he stood up. “I’ll go get him, you stay here.”

Castiel watched him leave he heard the cookies timer go off he put on oven mits and took them out. Castiel tires to be a good kid he does as he told,listens to his older brothers, and doesn’t get into trouble. He doesn’t like messes so he cleans his room up and makes sure everything in place and trys to help clean the house when Michael will let him. 

Michael walked back into the kitchen carrying Samandriel on one hip. “Be careful with the cookie pan, it’s hot.” He reminded his little brother as he set Samanriel down on the floor in the dinning room, surrounded by toys. he youngest shurley was a well behaved kid, by far the best behaved out of them. Then again, he was only four, so they’d see as time went on. “You’re going to have to let them cool befor eyou eat any.”

Anything for you.

“Maybe just a little bit.” He replied to her question about still being annoyed with Gabriel. He would stay annoyed for as long as he wanted, and while he had nothing against Sabby; he had stuff against her father and definitely her mother.

Human and angel relationships frowned upon, but demon and angel relationships? Completely unheard of. Absolutely dishonourable, shameful, and appalling. Michael could list hundreds of adjectives to describe it.

“You’re not all demon, no, but you are half demon. Meaning there is still evil and sin within you.”

Stuck on you - Dean/Michael

Michael frowned slightly as he got onto the boat, instantly thrown off by how different it was from standing on land. The boat wobbled beneath his feet as he shuffled over towards Dean, sitting down next to him. He looked over the side and down at the water, it was pretty, a bright blue-green, obviously clean. Once everyone had boarded, the boatman untied the sailboat from the docks and they headed out onto open water.

Michael looked back over at Dean. The archangel’s wings had disappeared again as soon as he stepped onto the boat, so they wouldn’t get in the way or get wet. God, he hated it when his wings got wet. “So is this how it’s gonna go from now on?” He asked. “I drag you around the world and you make me do human things for the first time; like sit in a car, or ride a boat or eat pie. Maybe we’ll bond over our mutual hatred of demons.”

Dean laughed, how could he not, the idea was hilarious. Traveling the country with this angel and doing things they’d never done before. “Human things have their uses… I mean there’s pie, and… well.. pie.” Dean shrugged then smiled. The boat started picking up speed as the sail caught the wind and Dean almost pitched over, luckily not over the side. He flailed a bit before righting himself. “Well, there’s ntohing better than sitting in my car, but you got the whole wings thing so probably not all that fun for you. But the boat’s not too bad if I don’t fall overboard and there’s nothing better than pie.” 

Michael held back a laugh as he watched Dean flail around a bit to get his balance back, though the archangel was ready in case the hunter fell overboard. He had never swum before, but it couldn’t be that hard. “I’ve never had pie either,” Michael admitted, leaning back in his seat to look at the sky. “But unfortunately all food just tastes the same to me.” He looked over at Dean curiously. “What does it taste like?” Michael asked as he ran a hand through his hair, the combination of the boat’s calm speeds and the winds was enough to tussle Michael’s hair slightly. “It’s hard to explain, isn’t it? At least to someone who doesn’t know what taste is.”

Adam didn’t know what Michale was doing here and tried not to care. He looked up and blushed looking at the mistletoe cursing who ever put it up. “W… It’s not like we have to or anything.” The youger male stutters some of his words.

Michael furrowed his brow in slight confusion. “But isn’t it some sort of tradition with you humans?” He asked, glancing up at the mistletoe again. He wondered if one of the Winchesters had put it up there, but why they would put it there was beyond him.

“Yes I know it’s a tradition but you don’t have to be forced to kiss me is what I am saying.” He mutters not looking up at the Angel he’d have to go out to feed on cow’s or some kind of Animal soon but he didn’t want to say that to the angel. He also was going to kill one of his brothers he was pretty sure it was Dean.

“You’re still a vampire,” Michael commented, tilting his head to one side. He beckoned Adam down closer, seeing as in Adam was taller than Michael’s vessel. “I’m still willing to fix that if you want me to.”