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“YOU SON OF A BITCH! WE HAD A DEAL!”
Michael had to admit, it was impressive. Even days after he had taken control, Dean was still screaming at him from inside his mind. He could feel Dean trying to tear down the wall he had put between his soul and his body, throwing himself at it like a frightened and caged animal desperate to escape. The more Michael tried to push him back, the harder Dean fought. It was enduring.
Michael smiled. “I’d have thought you’d be comfortable there, considering how much you live in a trap of your own making.”
“You think that’s funny don’t you, you sick fuck?” Dean growled. He threw himself forward again. Michael sighed.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself. You should rest. I could give you-“
“You think I’d want anything from you after you pissed on our deal!” The rage that echoed through Michael’s skull… The power behind it. It only made the angel happier.
“You are unbridled power, Dean. The change you will help me create will be glorious.”
“Not when I make you a smoking pile of ash and charred feathers, you son of a bitch! I will never stop-“
“Lying to yourself?” Michael smiled, pausing to admire his own reflection in a shop window. Dean did fit him perfectly. His sword. His human, crafted so beautifully for his needs. “Saying you defeat me when you know full well this was your eternal fate. You won’t admit it, but you always knew you were meant for me, Dean. I know what you know. I know your mind, I know your secrets… I know what you won’t even admit to yourself.” He smiled and touched Dean’s… his arm. “How is your relationship with my little brother?”
Michael could feel the pounding stop. The soul of his vessel filling with fear, too much to even speak. He saw the slightest hint of fear in Dean’s eyes, knowing he had him cornered.
“I know everything you know, Dean. What you feel in the deepest core of your being. You’d fight to save anyone. Die to save anyone… but there’s only a few you’d never be able to forgive yourself for if you lost them for good.
“Shut up.”
“You’ve convinced yourself those feelings make you weak… “less of a man,” maybe. When your weakness was refusal of acceptance.”
“Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch.”
“Maybe something some closed-minded preacher said to you as a child or an adolescent to make you think any desire for a man would make you ‘hell bound’. It really isn’t. Father never gave a care about such things.”
“I said shut your mouth.”
“How would you feel if I went back to the bunker… if you had to watch me pull out Castiel’s remaining feathers one by one? As you felt every action I commanded under your-“
“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND LEAVE CASS ALONE!”
It was too powerful. Too emotional. Too deep. He’d screamed about Sammy like that, yeah… but…
“You know the difference. I know the difference,” Michael smiled. Dean wanted to smack that smile off his own lips. “Let me have some peace and quiet and I will leave your brother, the boy, your mother, your friends… and your secret love to live another day.”
Michael grinned again when the pounding and the screaming stopped. Within his head, he reached out to stroke Dean’s soul, grinning when the soul flinched away from his power.
His smile grew even wider as he heard the soft sobbing.