— ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ

❝O St. Michael, give us your S T R E N G T H to defeat our fears and to rise up to any challenge.❞

Done here no monsters will walk the earth. Isn't that what you want?" The way he phrased it sounded a lot nicer then the complete extermination it would actually be.

"Yes, it's a very impressive vessel. As a matter of fact it's the best one I could get my hands on. I thank you for that. But me showing you this wasn't so you could admire yourself. It was so you could see that even with you gone the world will keep spinning. Hell, once I'm —

"..." xitter.cf/thebrokensammy/status/…

"And why would you do that? He's still alive in here and yeah maybe he helped you and father mend your fences or whatever but deep down? He just wanted to kill you."

Look around the room. "You're being possessed and the world is still spinning. It's over, Dean. Go back to sleep."

"If you're going to talk, /please/ don't do it so much." With a simple thought Michael was now standing in front of a mirror in some old abandoned home. "Go ahead Dean, come on out of that darkness and take a look at your meat suit. Perfect condition and—" Michael took a —

"Stop trying to fight me, Dean."

"You saved me, Dean." As much as it sucked to admit it, it was true. "Lucifer was gonna smite me into oblivion but you managed to save me before he could." Even with how strong Michael was at the time, Lucifer outmatched him in every way when he had consumed that grace. —

Michael examined the black surrounding him. "You kill me Deans coming with me. You sure you can handle that."

I'm greatful for the suit and all but did you /really/ think I was just gonna let you kick me out? There is /far/ too much work to be done on this earth to let such a perfect vessel waste away eating bacon burgers and hunting monsters."

With a long sigh again before he spoke Michael disappeared from the crowded street and landed sat down on a park bench overlooking an empty playground. "Sure, we had a deal. But.. what makes you think I would ever listen to you? You're just a piece of meat, Dean. Believe me —

"You're fighting a battle for Dean that not even he wants to fight anymore. There comes a time where the storybook ends and the hero gets his true ending and this was his."

Michael was in general confused by what was going on but Cas was right about the meat suit. "What do you mean the old Cas is.. dead?"

"It's not like he lost /total/ control. He can still see." At this point Michael was just being a dick. Which was no surprise.

That you have this doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

I come in there and once I do it won’t be much of a conversation.. /Or/. We can be civil about this.” If Dean was going to keep shouting Michael had many different ways to handle him but damaging the meat suit wouldn’t help anyone. “I didn’t expect you to wake up but now —

Deans constant screaming caused Michael to sigh before speaking again. “Their is two ways we can have this conversation, Dean.” Michael was receiving all kinds of looks from the padding by humans as he spoke to seemingly nobody. “You can keep screaming like a child until —

“He told you what you had to hear so you wouldn’t kill him. Do you /really/ think he would’ve said that if we were around?”

“Why is your brother singing?” xitter.cf/craftedbyhonour/status…