on the seventh day - SN/Biblical, PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

Title: on the seventh day
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5; so sugary your teeth might hurt; maybe smidges of blasphemy
Pairings: mentions of John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1030
Point of view: third
Notes: layne67 , here it is

 

 

He has watched, silent and apart, since Father left for another sky. He has not set foot on Earth or stirred a wing in Heaven since Father departed. And so he sees when Zachariah begins to assert control over the choirs and garrisons, when Zachariah decrees God dead and Michael waiting.

But Father is not dead, merely out of reach. And Michael knows He will return, if His children sincerely call. But none of Michael’s brothers or sisters do, and so he watches.

He sees when the heir of Cain weds the hunter’s daughter. He hears the call of their firstborn’s blood, as loud as God’s laugher eons ago, before the war. And then the second son, nearly as familiar, singing Sammael’s song.

Ah, Father, he murmurs. I understand.

Zachariah and Azazel both notice, but comprehend nothing in truth, and Michael could take action—but Father’s hand is in this and until given an explicit instruction, Michael will hold back. He still feels a shred of anger, a tendril of hurt, that his family left without him. First his brother in rebellion, and then his Father without a word. Michael has sometimes wondered, in the millennia that have passed since those days, what is so wrong with him that the two beings closest to him in all creation felt chased away.

Michael watches until Sam leaves his brother and father, and then he turns away, travels to a far side of the sky, and languishes in turmoil for a little while. Perhaps he is being foolish, acting like a melodramatic human child he has never been—it doesn’t matter. There is no one to hold him accountable, so he doesn’t care.   But he feels Dean’s pain when his father dies, and he sends soothing dreams in the days just after. And then Dean’s anguish at Sam’s death causes Michael to reach out and clutch Sam’s soul, holding the bright light close to keep it safe from both Hell and Zachariah’s Heaven.

Be safe, little brother, Michael whispers as he lets Sam return to his body.

In merely a blink, Dean is in Hell and Michael suffers with him, feels the taint of Alistair’s touch. Be strong, he tells the man embodying his other half. You will be saved.

But Dean breaks and Michael knows the time has almost arrived. His brother stands at the threshold; the first lock is turned by Michael’s own hand. And soon—one heartbeat later—the final lock is ripped open by Lucifer’s own fury, in the form of Sam Winchester.

And finally, Michael steps back into the world when his fallen sister kills Sam Winchester. He catches the fleeing soul and holds it to his heart, giving Dean exactly what he expects to hide his true intentions from Zachariah’s grasp.

Lucifer will understand, of course, because they are so very alike. But Dean will not, not yet, and neither can Zachariah.

Be safe, little brother, he says again, directly to Sam’s soul as he uses Father’s gift with Father’s permission.

God saved Castiel, so Michael knows He has returned, though not yet announced Himself. To Michael, though (and to Lucifer)—He has shouted from the top of the sky.

Michael looks into Dean Winchester’s eyes and sees himself.   Dean will never give up on his brother. Will never kill Sam, or truly be against him.

I understand, Michael says. Father, if it be Your will, so shall it be done.

The heir of Cain and the hunter’s daughter—in them, Michael sees their sons, all through the generations since Sammael refused to bow. In Mary’s strength and John’s determination, Michael sees his Father, his King.

Michael does not need Dean’s permission, as he needed John’s. And Lucifer has no need of Sam’s.

Brother, Michael calls, traveling through time, carrying Dean and Sam and Castiel’s weary form. Brother, I would speak with you.

I’ll meet you at the Garden, Lucifer replies. We have much to discuss.

This is God’s will, Michael knows. This is God’s will, not the perversion Zachariah has planned, not what all the angels and demons expect.

Michael leaves the Winchesters and their angel safely in a hotel room, then he goes to the Garden to wait for his brother. He stands in the rain, wings spread, feeling God’s warmth spiraling from his heart on out, until he is full and gasping with wonder. He has not felt so complete, so loved, since before Lucifer fell and Father left.

Brother, Lucifer says, and Michael turns. Lucifer has left behind his failing vessel; he is Sammael again, glorious and bright, the Light Bringing Star of Morning.

I will not fight you, Michael tells him. Not this time. I believe—I know that Father has something else in mind.

I, too, have felt that change, Lucifer agrees, watching Michael warily. But your Heaven mites have kept hunting me and mine.

Michael chuckles, settling his wings at his back. Zachariah is following his own will now, using our Father’s name.

And now, Father has come back, Lucifer muses. He stretches his wings, sighing as the water settles onto his fathers and flesh. Lucifer meets Michael’s eyes. I do not repent my choice, though I regret what all has come from it.

And that, Michael says, is why Father has returned to us now.

Lucifer nods. It will not be easy, Michael.

Michael smiles. What has been for us? He holds out a hand. Sammael. Little brother. Come back with me.

Lowering his wings, Lucifer steps forward. Almost shyly, with great hesitation, he places his palm in Michael’s. I wish, he says, that you had gone with me.

I couldn’t then, Michael tells him. Now I can. He embraces his brother for the first time since Lucifer threw himself from Heaven, and the rain passes, leaving them in gentle sunlight.

Well, Lucifer says softly, wrapping his wings around Michael. What do we do?

We go see our vessels, Michael tells him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. And then we deal with Zachariah.

Lucifer nods and they untangle, taking to the sky.

Father, Michael calls. Father, are You with us?

The world brightens and he has his answer.

Comments

[loveandthetruth.livejournal.com]

\o/

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[melanth0.livejournal.com]

This makes me so happy.
I love Michael's empathy for the Winchesters, and the explanation of where Sam went when he died so briefly.

[tigriswolf]

Yeah, I like that part, too. *snuggles Sam's soul*

Thank you for reading!

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Michael and Lucifer, Sam and Dean, and their Fathers, their stories are so eerily similar that it's a wonder we didn't catch on earlier, way back in season one I mean.

Love what you wrote here, especially the part about Michael keeping Sam's soul safe - that's just so ... beautiful ::happy sigh::

Thank you!! ♥

[tigriswolf]

I'm so glad you like it! *dances*

[starmage2.livejournal.com]

♥ that is all I need to say.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!