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The cage spills open in a blinding white light.
"Let's go," Dean is dragging Sam towards the door.
The door slams closed.
They’re trapped with no way out, their vision gets white and then…
Both brothers flinch and blink as their eyes adjust once more, they’re disoriented, they glance around their surroundings. The older brother looks to his left to see a woman and a man on the left side of the plane in their seats. The younger brother looks towards the head rest in front of him with a screen showing an animated little devil, he scrunched up his eyebrows in distaste. What was with the horns, he does not have horns.
…
The two brothers glare at the respective things they first notice. Michael stared at the couple like if he stared hard enough they would tell him what the fuck is going on. Lucifer think so too as he stares at the animated screen. And then suddenly a big white light explodes, the plane shakes and air bags fall down.
The two brothers yell and cling to one another for dear life as the plane free falls. When the plane starts stabilizing and the pilot in the ear com assures the passengers that they’re not going to die, the two brothers continue to cling to one another like a life line, they need the comfort as they realize their small insignificance of their human bodies and how easily they could have just died.
'You’re in a plane about thirty thousand feet in the air, for all that is Holy,' thought Michael. 'Why am I terrified of the fact that I am thousands of feet up in the sky?' Michael clutched at his arm rest and started humming.
“Are you humming AC/DC?” Lucifer asked surprised.
“It helps,” Michael says as continues to hum AC/DC for some strange reason. How the hell did he even know this tune?
Lucifer was also in that line of thought.
How did he know that tune Michael was humming was AC/DC.
The flight attendants start buzzing around trying to make sure everyone was okay, a flight attendant just glanced at Michael and Lucifer clutching at each other’s hands with a raised eye brow at their hand holding, but noticing that they were fine, she passes by to check on her other passengers.
At her leave Lucifer and Michael finally take notice at their entangled hand and they flinch away from each other, trying to keep their distance while they sat next to each other.
Lucifer stared at Michael in disgust, thinking he was just some human, but then Lucifer’s brain supplied with a memory. This man sitting next to him was his vessels’ brother Dean Winchester.
Wait.
How did he know that!?
Now around this time Michael was having the same thought process as his brain also supplied him the name of the man sitting next to him. Sam Winchester his brother’s vessel.
It then finally dawned on them, as they sat there looking over the memories of the bodies they inhabited, that the two were in some Freaky Friday situation. They were human now, not an archangel, but he was Dean Winchester, this identity crisis was giving Michael a headache, because he knew he was the Archangel Michael.
Right?
Lucifer took his identity crisis and Sam’s human memories with a glare and he sat in his seat and spoke confidently.
“I am Lucifer.”
Michael gaps at Lucifer and Lucifer stares at Michael and tells him with a scowl.
“I am Lucifer,” this time Lucifer says it to assure himself, as he gestures at himself aggressively.
“I am Michael,” Michael responds, because even he needed the reasurance.
…
They both blankly stare at each other for a whole minute as they digest that information.
…
“What!?” They react violently each standing up trying to get as far away from each other.
“Sir. Please sit down and put on your seatbelt,” an attendant scolds them down, these men were making this situation worse, they had managed to calm the passengers they did not need anything to escalate any more panic, no this plane need to get down on the ground.
With the sight of this stern woman both Lucifer and Michael’s brain supplied them with you better listen to this scary woman.
They sit their ass back down.