With you and I defying gravity - SN - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: With you and I defying gravity, they’ll never bring us down

Fandom: Supernatural

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wicked.

Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5

Pairings: none stated, though there could be some implied Dean/Sam and Michael/Lucifer, and a smidge of Michael/Dean, just for kicks

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 650

Point of view: third

 

 

He sleeps and doesn’t dream of Hell. Instead, he sees a deep blue sky and cotton-candy clouds, and feels a spring breeze on his face.

 

Dean, he hears.  Dean.

 

He turns and a human-shaped white light floats beside him.

 

Hello, Dean, the light says, voice deeper than thunder. Welcome. It is time we spoke.

 

I know who you are, Dean whispers. 

 

The light brightens in a smile. I would be surprised if you didn’t. It moves closer, warm on his skin. You were born for me, Dean. You have always known me.

 

Dean backs away, slipping through a cloud. I won’t give you my body, Dean tells it. My body is my own.

 

You gave your body to dozens of women and men. You gave your body to my sister Ananchel on her last night as a human. You would give it to Castiel, if he knew how to ask. You sacrificed it for your brother and would have for your father. The light follows him, stopping even closer. He can see the smaller lights that form it. You do not understand. I do not need to enter you, to wear you like Castiel does the once-body of James Novak.

 

The light shifts and darkens, swelling out until it is Dean’s size and shape, a perfect copy.

 

I am you, Dean, Michael tells him in his own voice. You were born for me. I have been with you, to shield and protect you.

 

I went to Hell, Dean hisses. Awesome job.

 

Michael smiles, small and sad. An angel was needed to break the first Seal, Dean. A Fallen was needed to break the last.

 

Dean feels sucker-punched to the gut. What?

 

Yes, Dean, Michael says quietly, coming close enough for Dean to feel his breath. You were born for me and your brother was born for mine.  He lifts his hand and gently touches Dean’s face.  I don’t need your permission, Dean. I am already in you. He leans forward and Dean lets him come, too shocked to respond. You always knew, Dean.

 

When their lips touch, Dean wakes, tears in his eyes.

 

He feels, now, the spirit within, the knowledge he never learned, the experiences he never lived.

 

Michael. The highest, most powerful of archangels. 

 

Zachariah does not understand, nor does Raphael, Michael whispers, stretching to fill Dean completely. Lucifer is wooing your brother because he is temptation, but he does not require Samuel’s consent.

 

“Even after everything,” Dean says, looking over at the extra bed, “I’m not gonna kill Sam.”

 

He rolls over, burying his face in the pillow. How the fuck did this become his life?

 

I cannot kill my brother either, Michael tells him.  I could not then and I shall not now. Zachariah and his garrisons believe in the old rhetoric, but I have lived in you for seventy years. I stayed with you through Alistair’s torture and Alistair’s tutelage. I felt your pure, undying love for your father; I felt your hope and adoration of your brother. I am no longer God’s weapon, Dean. I am no longer Michael alone, no longer Michael only. I am a part of you, as you are a part of me.

 

“What?” Dean mumbles into the pillow.

 

We can never be separated, Michael whispers, and Dean feels him in every part of his body. We can never be undone from each other.

 

Dean sits up and rubs at his eyes. “Oh, shit,” he mutters. “I miss the old days, before all you fucking angels.”

 

Michael chuckles. We need to find our brothers, Dean, he says after a moment, sobering.

 

“I thought you don’t need my permission,” Dean snarks.

 

I do not, Michael tells him. I ask because we should not be eternally at odds.

 

Dean glances over at the empty bed, untouched by a companion who is not there.

 

“Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go find the stupid kids.”

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