michael oneshot

The Other Archangel



“Fuck,” Dean said, slamming his hands on the table. “Another freakin’ apocalypse.”

“We’ll get through it,” Sam said. “We have before.”

Dean shook his head. “Every time, these things get bigger and bigger. And one of these days…”

“We’ll get through this,” Sam said, more forcefully. He knew his brother was upset, but he also knew that now was not a time to give into thoughts of failure.

“We need to find Lucifer,” Cas said. “We need his help.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dean growled. He popped the cap from his beer and downed half of it in one drink.

Sam snatched the bottle away from his brother, causing him to dribble down his shirtfront. “Cas, do you have any idea where he could have gone?”

Cas shook his head. “The possibilities are endless. And since I’m not an archangel, I don’t have any sort of mental connection to him.”

“And we know Michael and Raphael wouldn’t want anything to do with us,” Dean said. “What about Gabriel?”

“He’s still… salty with you.”



Both Winchesters perked up. “Although?” Sam asked.

“There is… another one.”

“Another what?”


“That’s… that’s impossible,” Sam said. “Lore says there’s only four.”

“The lore… is wrong,” Castiel said.

“Well, what’s the deal with this other one?” Dean asked. “What’s he like? Where’s he been hiding? Can he help us find Lucifer?”



“She. The other archangel is female.”

Dean was quiet for a moment. “Huh. Well, it’s about time Chuck got some gender equality in the ranks.”

“What’s her name?” Sam asked.


“And how has she stayed out of… literally every religious text?”

“She keeps to herself. Father wanted her to stay out of… ‘big business’. She was his favorite, after Lucifer of course.”

“Do you know how to find her?” Dean asked.

“I can look around.”

Dean nodded. “Go. Find her. Bring her here so we can get some sort of plan in action.”



The Winchesters turned, finding Cas standing behind them with a young woman next to him.

“This is Y/N,” Cas said.

“The other archangel?” Sam stood, walking over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “My brother has filled me in.”

“Is there anything you think you can do?” Dean asked. “Any sort of tracking you have on Lucifer?”

“I haven’t heard from him recently. But I may be able to find him.” You paused. “But you should know, even if I find him, I don’t know that I’ll be able to convince him to help stop the apocalypse. He always did like… commotion.”

“What about the others?” Sam asked. “Do you think you can convince them to help us find Lucifer and stop Amara?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nonsense,” Cas said. “You know they listen to you.”


“They do. You’re practically the only other one they listen to after Father.”

You sighed. “I shall see what I can do.”


“So, why have you asked us here, little sis?”

“I need your help.”

Gabriel propped his feet on the table and helped himself to the bowl of jellybeans you’d set out. “With?”


“He is of no concern to us,” Michael said.

“He should be.”


“Surely you’ve heard what he’s done.”

“We’ve tried to distance ourselves from him,” Raphael said. “He’s not one of us anymore.”

“Well, that logic falls through, because he’s still an archangel.”

“His actions would say otherwise.”

“Look, unless we all come together, things are not going to end well.”

“Maybe we should hear her out,” Gabriel said.

“Eat your jellybeans, Gabriel,” Michael said.

“I am. But I can multitask. And I think we should hear Y/N out.” Gabriel dropped his feet to the floor, leaning over to you. “So, Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, Lucifer has escaped the Cage.”

You could tell by your brothers’ reactions that they actually hadn’t heard that. What, had they lived under a rock recently? You shook your head.

“He’s out, and unless we find him, Earth is not going to end well.”

“Lucifer does damage, but it’s not the apocalyptical standards you’ve set,” Raphael said.

“We don’t need to stop him from destroying the world. We need his help to stop someone bigger.”


“Aunt Amara.”

“Shit,” Michael said, a rarity for him.

“We’ll help you,” Raphael said.

A Tale Of Two Virgins

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Characters: Y/n, Michael, Cas, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Michael x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly smut, some plot, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, unprotected sex, fluff, ‘soulmate’ stuff happening, more fluff…

Word count: 2643

Summary: You and Michael decide to take the next step in your relationship-sex.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-Hey! Can you please write a Michaelxreader for a girl reader? Like the reader is a virgin and Michael teaches her? Thanks!!. Ok, wasn’t so much him teaching me, as it was both of us learning together. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

His hands stayed on your thighs, thumbs caressing your skin softly, just inches away from your glistening folds.

“I-I want this. I know I do. I just…”

You shrugged, not really wanting to let him know you were terrified right now.

His hand gripped your chin, raising your head and making you look into his soft green eyes, concern evident.

“What are you scared of?”

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Why haven’t i seen this before???!?!

Request: Whatever You’re Going For

Request: Hello! If you’re still taking requests, could you do a one-shot where the reader is sick but Sam, Dean, and Cas have to go on a really important hunt, so they have Michael watch over the reader. However, the reader is really stubborn and doesn’t like people fussing over her. The rest is up to you.

Word Count: 901

I hope you like it! Thank you, have an awesome day!<3:)

You wake up, feeling like the living dead – and you’d know a lot about that. Eyes half closed, you roll over, only just catching yourself from falling straight out of bed. You try to straighten up, finding yourself dizzier than ever. The world spins before you, and with a sudden nausea rising in your throat, you stagger in the general direction of the bathroom.

You empty last night’s dinner into the toilet and groan, lying your head against the sink. You let the cold of the porcelain seep into your feverish cheeks.
You close your eyes, feeling cold and hot and shaky and miserable. You felt like this last night, but… it wasn’t this bad.

You don’t do sick. It’s not on your itinerary… ever. And the fact that you are, and you’re left feeling useless while your friends have deserted you to go on this hunt, which, to put into perspective, you were kind of looking forward to. Like, you put just as much work in as everyone else but as the female and therefore naturally nurturing member of the group, (AKA Dean wanted to talk to the hot mom) you ended up talking to the victim’s nephew who just so happened to be recovering from a ‘tummy bug’ as he so innocently put it.

You are so gonna pass this onto Sam and Dean when you get the chance.

You’re pondering whether or not you could infect an angel when you – speak of the devil, no pun intended – hear a flap of wings outside the bathroom door. You kicked it halfway closed, but anyone can still see you sat on the floor in shorts and a giant-ass T-shirt that was probably Sam’s at one point, leaning on the sink.

“Cas?” You call weakly, wondering if he’s come to check on you or bring news or something.

“Incorrect.” The door opens further, revealing a different but familiar figure.

“Uh…?” You try to place the person in front of you – but the thing is, you meet a lot of people in a lot of places. Plus your brain is fuzzy as hell.

The man regards you with a kind of amusement, waiting for you to remember him.

Okay, Y/N. Think.

He’s definitely an angel.

Not him. Or her. No.

Where did they say they were going? Who were they meeting up with?

Right, that demon overlord guy.

This guy probably got sent by them.



He smiles amiably, nodding, “Y/N. Good to see you again.” He moves down to your level, regarding you critically, “You look like death.”

“I feel it.”

“Do you need help standing up?”

Just the thought of moving sends a wave of nausea through you but nonetheless, you refuse. You don’t need his help.

“I’m good.” You say, shaking your head. Clinging to the sink, you bring yourself to your feet. Your knees wobble and your legs shake and your head spins, but you’re determined not to need help.

You make it two steps, and  your legs give out.

Michael catches you easily, one arm around your waist and the other out in front, poised to stop you going forward. You groan, leaning into him as he slips an arm beneath your knees and picks you up, carrying you effortlessly back to bed.

“Thanks.” You mumble, burying yourself in the covers. Michael smiles amusedly.

“They said you’d be stubborn.”


“Your friends. And the angel.”

“The angel is my friend, too.” You say weakly, pulling the blanket up to your neck. The archangel sits down on the bed beside you, regarding you with a certain warmth.

“There it is,” He says quietly, “What sets you apart from the others.”


“You’re so… amiable. With everyone. Myself included – the Winchesters’ initial reaction was hostility; to try to hurt me. I’ll never forget you stood by that wall, just watching. Measuring out the situation.” He explains, “And you were polite – much more desirable than they were.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Maybe. In a strange way. Whether it is a compliment or not, it’s what keeps you alive in a world like yours.” He comments, watching as your eyelids droop. Struggling to stay awake, you frown at him.


“It was created for you.”

“Nonetheless, you’re down here.” You remind him, to which he chuckles.

“I suppose I am.” Michael agrees, “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

You nod, before reaching out and grabbing his arm, “Will you… will you stay?”
He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, before nodding. Unlike you expected, he climbs in beside you and lets you lay your head on his chest, an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and you melt into it.

“Sleep, Y/N.” He whispers, pressing a hand to your head.
It’s another three hours before the guys get back to the motel, confused as to why the archangel hadn’t reappeared. However, when they walk in, they find you fast asleep, still snuggled innocently into Michael while he reads something he’d picked up.

“Your friend is…”

“Clingy when she’s sick?” Dean suggests.

“You should see her drunk.” Sam adds.

“She’s worse when she’s sad.” Cas finishes, prompting a laugh from the archangel.

“Well, I was going to say cute. Whatever you’re going for.”

Nobody But You

Pairing: Michael x Reader
Warnings: None 
Word Count: 1254
Request: “Could I request a fluffy Michael x Reader where they like each other but won’t admit it so Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel keep flirting with her to make Michael jealous so he’ll finally admit his feelings?” by anonymous.

If there was one thing you hated, it was sudden silence whenever you walked in a room - especially when the people that went silent were close friends. It left a heavy feeling in your gut, as if something was off. As if, perhaps, there might’ve been something you weren’t supposed to overhear. Which is exactly the feeling you got when you walked in on a rather peculiar scene: two hunters and three angels, all grouped together in conversation. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed like they were scheming about something. To you, it seemed like a good reason to get the hell out of dodge.

As soon as you walked into the Bunker’s common room, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, and Michael all halted whatever hushed conversation they were in the middle of and turned to stare at you. Sam and Dean glanced at each other, both looking rather smug. Castiel was obviously nervous while Gabriel looked just as smug as Sam and Dean. Michael, on the other hand…well, Michael just looked frustrated - which automatically prompted your suspicion.

“Uh…hey, guys,” you spoke, your tone dripping with your obvious discomfort at having all eyes on you. None of them seemed willing to talk, but you couldn’t tell if it was serious. Before you walked in, they only sounded frustrated - and maybe amused? “What’s going on?”

Gabriel glanced at the boys before making his way over to you. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards the group, he spoke all too cheerily. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Has anyone told you how amazing you look today?”

You glanced at your outfit: jeans and a blue plaid shirt over an old shirt - your usual outfit and certainly nothing special. Gabriel’s sudden compliment left you confused given he was never one to be so blunt. “Thanks? You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Never better,” he grinned. “In fact, I’m feeling peachy. Hey, Cassie - whaddya think? Y/N here lookin’ good?”

“She looks…beautiful,” Cas replied, a slight tinge of red coloring his cheeks. Although he sounded sincere, you couldn’t help but feel the compliment was forced.

Dean pulled you away from Gabriel’s embrace and between him and Sam. You glanced between the two of them, unsure of what exactly they were playing at. “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous person,” Dean smirked. “Y/N, we really oughta go out some time.”

Before you could reply, Sam had cut in. “You know Dean, I really think Y/N would prefer me - I mean, I’d take ‘em out on an actual date. Y’know, to a real restaurant and everything, not some local burger-and-fries diner.”

“Thanks, guys, but really -”

“Oh, no,” Dean chuckled. “You are totally not their type - isn’t he, Y/N? You’d go for the brave, leader type - and Sam’s definitely not that.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms arrogantly across his chest. “Say what you want but they’d want someone who can sweep them off their feet and still give them a challenge. You’re too predictable, Dean.”

Gabriel pushed Sam and Dean out of the way and wrapped his arms around you once more. “You guys are idiots - none of you know how to have any real fun. Y/N would want someone with a flair for adventure.”

“Really, guys, thanks, but I still don’t get what’s going on,” you interrupted hastily, before anyone could talk over you again.

“We’re just pining for your attention,” Gabriel smirked. “After all, not all of us are brave enough to -”

There was a loud slam that caused all five of you to jump when you noticed Michael had gone missing from the room. You pondered the fact that he could’ve been the one to storm out, but you didn’t understand why - not that you were understanding anything that was going on.

“That’s your cue,” Dean nudged you. “Go after him, kiddo.”

“Wait, what?” You sputtered, looking between the four of them. “What the hell is going on?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’d find out if you went after him. Hurry, before he poofs outta here.”

You glared at him, but nonetheless quickly jogged out of the room and into one of the Bunker’s many hallways. Michael was only a short length down the hall and it didn’t take you very long to reach him. He was visibly fuming and more angry than you had seen him in a while. His brilliant green eyes avoided yours as you stood in front of him.

“Hey, you okay?”

“They are all very childish,” he replied curtly. “I am sorry you had to see me storm out as I did; that was rude of me.”

“It’s fine,” you consoled. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“I’m truly fine, Y/N. Thank you for being concerned,” Michael smiled lightly.

“Right…” you replied. “You wouldn’t happen to know what they were doing back there, would you? I mean, that was pretty unusual.”

“They were trying to make me jealous,” he replied bluntly, if not somewhat detached. “It worked.”

You gaped at him, convinced that you must’ve misheard. “Wait…that was all an attempt to make you jealous?”

“Yes, it seems that way,” he sighed. “I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable -”

“No, Michael, this is great news!” You exclaimed happily, unable to contain your smile.

“It is?” He glanced at you in confusion.

“C’mon, you’re an archangel - you should be able to tell,” you teased him. When he didn’t reply, you sighed. “It’s a good thing that you got jealous. Well, maybe not good, but otherwise I would’ve never found out…anyway, the point is, I like you. A lot.”

“I wasn’t aware,” Michael smiled. “Well, actually, I refused to believe it no matter how much Sam and Dean and my brothers tried to convince me. I refused to believe that someone as perfect and incredible as you would take interest in an angel.”

“See, that’s our problem,” you quipped. “Both of us never thought the other would fall. I never thought an angel - an archangel, at that - would like a measly human like me.”

“You are not just a ‘measly human’ to me, Y/N,” Michael replied, suddenly serious. “You are perfect. Brave, kind, funny, selfless - there are so many positive things I could carry on about but in the end it all amounts to who you are. There is nobody but you that I would ever want. I am sorry I waited so long to say something.”

“That was sweet, Michael,” you replied as you stepped closer to the eldest archangel. “And you are the only one I could ever want.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, you gently pressed your lips to his. Michael relaxed against you as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head in one hand and keeping his hand other on your waist. You locked your hands together behind his neck, trying not to smile at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. It was a moment you had been hoping for but never brave enough to try. What seemed like minutes later but was actually only seconds, you pulled away, keeping your gaze on his. “That was….”

“Extraordinary,” Michael completed. “Does this mean we are a couple?”

“Would you like us to be?”

“Of course,” he replied confidently. “As long as you do.”

“Yes, Michael,” you laughed. “Of course I do.”

Temptation - Priest!Michael x Reader

Title: Temptation (my, you’re dirty-minded if you are thinking what I think you are- nah you just have a sexy imagination)

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word count: 3,374

Warnings: Michael is a priest (catholic) so that says a lot, cursing inside a church (just a little bit), slight mention of Destiel

Summary: AU! Michael has always been a good son. He did what he thought his father would approve of so when the time came he became a priest. It wasn’t hard for him, especially considering that he had never struggled with temptation before. Never until he met you.



The desire to perform an action that one may enjoy immediately or in the short term but will probably later regret. In the context of some religions, temptation is the inclination to sin.


Something he surely wasn’t used to facing. He had never faced in his life. He had never struggled with temptation. Maybe because he still had to meet her. He still had to meet you.


Humans faced temptation every day of their lives. Whether they were really young or really old.

Temptation was something no human being could avoid. It was a part of their lives. It was, is and will always be a part of their entire lives till the ending of days.

No human can avoid temptation, no matter how much they want to.


Surely they can fight it if they want to. Some do. Some others just give up at some point and simply give in.

Some could say and pretend that they fought it and that they won. Sure, maybe they did. But it was just a battle. The war just goes on, because so does life. Whether it will be in an hour, tomorrow, after a couple days, even after a couple years they will face temptation again. And they will have to fight again.

If they want to, that is.

Because it is a never ending battle and everybody knows it deep down.

And people have to keep going. To live with it. Fight it if they believe there is a need to, even.


People face all kinds of temptation in their lives. Some decide to fight back because they believe that that is the right thing to do. Others don’t, because they find no use in it.


It variates from person to person. Some fight some not.

But he always did.

Michael always fought temptation. Because he was a good son and that’s what his father had taught him to.

Yeah, maybe not exactly to that extent but Michael was always someone to take things a little bit too seriously. Things that had to do with what was considered right, that is. And above all, things that he thought his father considered right.

It was true that his father did not exaggerate about things like Michael did but Michael only wanted to make him proud, to be a good son and to do what his father thought was right. Because if his father thought it was right then that was the case and Michael would not take a different answer to that.

Yeah, maybe he exaggerated things. But that’s how Michael has always been. Ever since he was a kid.

Doing what he thought was right and fighting against the wrong. Against sinning. And against temptation. At least according to him, that’s what it was.

He really had not problem with that, though. Michael always found it easy to fight temptation, even when he grew up. So the right thing for him to do was become a priest when the right time came. He knew he wanted it ever since he was young, even if his father kept telling him to think about it again.

It did confuse Michael, he was not going to deny it. He thought that his father would be proud of him to become a priest. An angel on Earth, he had heard someone call it. But then again his father had done more things that confused Michael before. Like when his younger sibling, Castiel, came out to him and told him he had fallen for a guy. Dean wasn’t his name? Their father had not shouted at him, not gotten angry, not told him it was wrong. He just had laughed and asked him how they met and if Castiel had made a move on him.

But if that was how his father was going to take it then the same would go for Michael. His father knew better after all.


It was really something Michael did not really have problems with. He always did the right thing and he knew it. He never struggled with temptation.

That is until the day he met her… until the day he met you.

He remembers it as if it was yesterday while in fact it was months ago.

Your soft footsteps could barely be heard even in the dead silence that surrounded the church that time of the day, but Michael of course had caught sound of it. He had turned to look at who had decided to come at that time of the day at that specific church. The church had been closed for a long time after the incident with the massacre inside it and, despite that fact, Kieran, a good friend of his father and priest, insisted on opening the church again. St. Anne’s Church was a Catholic church that was always known as the “heart” of the French Quarter neighborhood of New Orleans so Michael could not help but agree to help Kieran with it. What really confused him, though, it was that there would be visitors already.

He looked up from the holy water in his hands to face the newcomer and… although he tried to deny it, he felt his heart beat in a completely different way than it always had.

“Uhm hello?” he had heard your soft voice say for the first time to him.

“You work here as a priest?” you had asked hesitantly, hugging, what looked like sketching books to him, closer to you.

He walked down the few stairs examining you for a little while from up close before he cleared his throat - mostly trying to shake off the weird feeling - and spoke “Yeah, yeah I do.” he said not trusting his voice.

“Great” you said smiling widely and despite the feeling at the pit of his stomach getting even more intense Michael found himself smiling too “I am (Y/n), by the way” you had said extending your hand to him.

He did hesitate for a while - he clearly remembers that - mostly afraid of his own self and feelings, but did so anyway.

“Michael. I am Father Michael.” he said extending his hand to shake yours. His smile matched your shy one and he could swear at that moment that he felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest.

Seeing that smile, that sparkle in your (e/c) orbs, hearing your voice that sounded like angels singing and then touching your hand had him over the edge in the most beautiful and scaring way ever.

That feeling.

That feeling that he was scared of… was there. That feeling that he dreaded that he would have when he touched you was there. It was there and it truly scared the hell out of him. It was something he had never felt before and didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.

It was a feeling he wished he would never get to experience.

But there he was. And so was it.



You tried to calm down your rapidly-beating heart as you made your way to St. Anne’s Church. You let out a breath and hugged your sketching books closer to yourself.

You looked down at your feet all the way, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. One question being repeated all the time:

Is it right?

You scoffed at the mere though once again.

Who were you kidding? How could ever falling in love with someone like him be right?

Of course it wasn’t. Of course. But you could not help it. How could you?

Those green eyes that under the sunlight could resemble to blue ones had your heart hammering in your chest ever since the first moment you saw him. Those dark hair seemed so soft and you had a really hard time not running your fingers through them. His strong jaw always managing to grab your attention, bringing you a sense of comfort whenever he spoke. His voice soft yet firm. And then there were those lips. Damn those lips. You would be willing to burn in hell if you got just one chance to kiss them.

You had met him just eight months ago. Eight months and although you knew that what you felt that first time you met him was wrong you could not help but indulge in it a little bit. It was so wrong and you knew it, that’s why you wished you would get over it soon but… it certainly wasn’t an easy task.

You had to see him almost every day for the first couple months because of your assignment. You were an art student and this semester’s assignment had to do with something related to the relation and history between art and religion. And what better way to collect information along with inspiration than visiting a church?

Maybe it was the wrong decision but you were not going to back down. You had never felt anything like that before, and even though it was wrong - oh so wrong - what Michael made you feel was unique and you were not going to let go of it.

Not that Michael seemed to be letting you go, either. There were moments that you seriously thought about it and wanted to run away from him for the sake of the both of you. But Michael, oh Michael seemed to have gotten a tight hold of your heart and he didn’t seem to be letting you go.

Over the course of time you got to know him better and damn you but were you in love with that man. It scared you to admit it even to yourself but it was the truth nonetheless. Michael was an amazing man, sure he had his flaws - who didn’t? - and sometimes somebody would call him arrogant but you could see through it. You could see how all he did was because he thought it was right. That’s what he always wanted to do. The right thing. Whether it was to protect the ones he loved or to ‘save people’ as he called it. He believed that people could be saved despite all their 'sins’ and that was really something that caught your interest. How he had faith in people, even though heseemed to believe the complete opposite.

“You came earlier today” Michael’s voice broke your trail of thoughts. You hadn’t even realized when you had entered the church.

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t have anything to do at home today” you shrugged slightly.

“So it seems” he gave a light chuckle and you bit your lip, feeling a tingling sensation at hearing his melodic laugh. And damn was it wrong that his laugh did this to you.

If only you knew what you were doing to him right now.

Michael cleared his throat and then coughed shifting uncomfortably in his feet, but you paid no attention to it.

“So you didn’t tell me, weren’t you supposed to get the grade to your assignments today?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah” you said, taking a seat next to him on the pew “It went well. Really well might I say” you smiled when you saw him smile too “Thanks to you, anyway” you added.

“I didn’t do anything, it was all your doing” he simply said.

“What? Oh come on, I knew almost nothing about art in religion and you just walked in and taught me so many things that I even found interesting!” you exclaimed with hand motions and he chuckled.

“Well, you were the one that basically walked in” he said with what seemed like a smirk.

“Eh it’s the same thing anyway” you said and he chuckled more.

“I guess you’re right. But that’s not the reason you are here, is it?” he raised an eyebrow at you ever so slightly and you felt your cheeks burn hot at his intense stare. It felt as if he could see right through you and your lie.

“I told you Michael-” you had long ago gotten used to calling him just Michael - at his request of course “-I was just bored” you avoided looking at his eyes.

“Now, we both know that is not the truth, is it?” he said.

“I-” you hesitated, not really knowing what to say; your cheeks were burning.

You heard him chuckle and for the first time felt a little bit at ease.

“Come on, just tell me. You know you can” he put a hand on top of yours and deciding to ignore the feeling you turned your head to look at him and spoke your question.

“I was just wondering. How come you decided to become a priest? I mean, sure you got the whole package. Holy Michael, doing the right thing, devoting himself to the general well-being but- I’m just wondering.” you said.

“I’m not holy, (Y/n)” was his only response, voice somehow bitter.

“Yeah, right.” you scoffed

“I’m not” he said firmly again “I- I just know that’s what I always wanted. I never thought of myself doing something else”

“I see but- you really have not regretted it? Are you still sure that that is what you want? I mean, yeah, it’s your choice but- it’s hard, isn’t it? All of the things you must and must not do. It’s just…” you trailed off, not knowing what more to say.

“I never was the one for love, (Y/n).” he said getting up and making your head snap in his direction, surprising you how he had picked up on what you were trying to say.

“How do you know that?” you asked in a soft voice “You’ve never tried it. You’ve told me so.” you said referring to the one time you had previously tried to make the same conversation.

“I just know” he firmly said, back turned to you.

“How? How can you just know Michael. You can’t just know. That’s impossible. Did you ever let yourself be free? Did you ever let yourself try? Did you ever let yourself see if you could… love? I mean-” you chuckled lightly, you were up by now too “-it’s completely natural after all. People fall in love, meet their significant others in most cases. But till then they try and- you haven’t Michael. You chose to take that option away from your own self. You decided to become a priest without a second choice. You decided to give away your chance of loving somebody why? Just because you knew that you were never the one to love? And what if the situation changed, Michael? How could you know that-” you started rambling and at the same time bearing your heart out, only to be cut off by him.

“Because I know I am never the one to sin!” he snapped at you and your eyes widened at the fear you felt for just a split second at his commanding voice. His name was not Michael for no reason after all.

“Sin?” you breathed out in disbelief “You think, falling in love is a sin?” you let out a pained laugh “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you ran a hand down your face.

“Don’t curse. You’re in a church” he said in a commanding voice.

You let out a short laugh “So that’s your problem, now? You’re joking now, you’ve got to be joking”
“(Y/n)-” he tried saying but you stopped him.

“No! No don’t (Y/n) me. Don’t you dare, Michael! I come here, trying to tell you how I feel, bearing my heart out to you- being the most vulnerable I have been in my life because I know that what I feel is wrong and you- you- You knew Michael, you knew! And don’t deny it because lying is surely a sin. You knew and yet you tell me that it is a sin, that what I feel for you is a sin. What are you so afraid of? Falling? Falling from heaven because you will let yourself feel? And on top of everything you want me to accept that it’s my fault? You want me to accept that I am the only one responsible for this? What about you, Michael? What about you sinning? Because I know that I’m not the only one that-” you started saying but he cut you off.

“Don’t. Don’t say it”  he said and pursed his lips, looking at you with a frown and you could see the inner battle in his eyes.

“What? That I am in love with you? Is that what you are afraid of? Are you really so afraid of it? Why? Because you think you’re going to burn in hell for it? Well don’t worry I’ll take all the blame. Because even if it is a sin, even if I get to burn in hell for that, I am not going to deny it because I am afraid. I love you and even if you don’t deserve it I would still go to hell for you. Even if you weren’t willing to.” you let out a shaky breath and wiped away the tears that had started rolling down your cheeks without your realizing it.

“Don’t worry, though, I’m not going to put you through this anymore. You are not going to see me anymore, so don’t worry about being tempted again” you said bitterly, grabbing your things and turning to leave quickly.

“(Y/n), please” you heard him say but didn’t stop.

“(Y/n), wait! Please, (Y/n)!” he said again more urgently but you just ignored him.

“(Y/n)! Wait. Just hear me out! (Y/n)!” he said again but you continued ignoring him, until of course you felt a grip on your arm.

It all happened so quickly and in a blur - maybe mostly because of the tears clouding your vision. But, although you couldn’t see clearly, you could surely feel-

Feel his lips on yours kissing you feverly while his hands cupped your face as if he was clinging to you, not wanting to let go. The need for air was too much to bear, though, so you both had to pull away.

You didn’t say a word and just looked at him with pursed lips, not really knowing what to say. So he spoke instead.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I- I didn’t mean to hurt you, little angel” he rested his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, but you did” you said bitterly.

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry (Y/n). I know, I know I shouldn’t have said what I did. I- I just- damn it.” he gritted his teeth and you had a hard time hiding your astonishment at hearing him curse.

“Don’t curse. We’re inside a church” you said trying to lighten the mood, making him chuckle.

“Yeah obviously.” he cleared his throat “I just- I didn’t mean what I said, alright? It’s just too much to take. All these months I- I’ve been experiencing things that I- I never had to go through in my life before. I know it’s wrong, I know but for the first time it feels so right to be in this place that honestly I don’t care anymore. Not what my father will think and not what it is right. I’m tired of doing what is thought of being right. What others will think is right or not. This time I’m going to do what I think is right.”

“Michael…” you whispered.

“I’m going to fix things, don’t worry. I will take care of it. I will do the right thing” he said and brought his face closer to you.

“But Michael it’s… You’re… We can’t. There is nothing you can do other than break your vows and-” you started but he cut you off.

“It is what I am going to do. I may fall from heaven but at least it will be worth it. Because I will have fallen for you and honestly, falling does feel amazing” he said and you let yourself smile ever so slightly before his lips locked with yours and you both gave into…


Angels React

From this request: Could you do a oneshot with all the spn angels (cas,gabe,bal,luci and michael) witha slightly depresed reader?



“You are sad.”

You turned and saw Castiel standing in your doorway. It had taken you a few months to get used to the angel popping in unexpectedly. But you now knew that Cas was always watching over you, his presence was always around.

“I’m fine, Cas.”

“No, you’re not.”

You sighed. It was very hard to hide anything from an angel. “Cas, it’s nothing. Please.”

Cas stepped forward, studying you. He gently laid a hand on your forehead. “Are you ill?”

“No, Cas.”

The angel continued to stare at you. “Would you tell me what’s wrong?”

You pulled your knees up to your chest. “I just… I’m feeling very small. Insignificant.”

Cas’ brow creased. “Y/N, you are small. All humans are. But you are not insignificant.” Cas sat next to you. “Humans… are very strong. You face so much pain and suffering but you continue to thrive.” Cas paused for a moment. “You have no idea how much the world has changed over the years. It has changed because of humans. You cannot see the change you are inflicting because it cannot be seen yet. But I promise you, you are important. And…”

You turned to Cas, wondering where he was going with this.

Cas sighed. “You are important, Y/N. You are important to the world and… to me.”



“Hey, sweet stuff!” Gabriel said, popping into your room.

You wrapped your blanket tighter around you, watching him. “What are you doing, Gabriel?”

“I was in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by that delicious donut shop. And I thought to myself ‘you know who loves donuts almost as much as me? Y/N!’. So I bought a baker’s dozen and popped on over to share this delicious snack with you.”

You stared at the large pink box in Gabriel’s hand. You could smell the sugary sweetness of the donuts and hated your stomach for growling. “No, thanks.”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side. “Why not? You’re always down for snack time with me.”

“That’s the problem,” you mumbled.

Gabriel came over and sat down on the bed next to you. “What’s wrong, sugar pie?”

You shook your head.

“Come on, sweetheart. Tell Gabe what’s wrong.”

“I’m… I’ve put on a lot of weight recently and I just… I’m not….”

Gabriel said nothing, simply stared at you. “Y/N, do you find yourself unattractive?”

You nodded. How could you be attractive with the muffin top you’d recently gained?

“Hey.” Gabriel popped himself under the covers, snuggling next to you. “You are beautiful, okay? Always. And a pretty girl like you deserves a donut.”

You watched as Gabriel opened the box. All the donuts inside looked delicious.

Gabriel reached inside and picked up a donut covered with sprinkles, your favorite. He held it in front of your face. “Here comes the choo-choo.”

“Gabriel, I’m not a little kid.”

“Would you rather have an airplane?”

You glared at the angel.

“Come on, Y/N. Please? One bite? For me?”

How could you deny those golden eyes? Slowly, you opened your mouth and took a nibble from the pastry. It practically melted on your tongue.

“There she is,” Gabriel said with a smile. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Just like always,” you said.



Balthazar watched as you slammed the door behind you, stomping your way into the kitchen. He silently followed after you and watched as you slammed the cabinets, searching for any and all snack foods.

“Rough day, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you said, ripping open a package of cookies. “I work for a bunch of assholes and when I try to point out their mistakes, to you know, save us some time and make sure things get done correctly, I’m the asshole. And then when things do go wrong, I get blamed.”

“I’ve told you numerous times you should quit, darling. You’re unhappy there.”

“I know, but I can’t just quit. Then what would I do?”

“You could let me take care of you.” Balthazar took a step over to you. “You know I can do it.”

“I know. I just… don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not, darling. This is what I want.”

You nodded. “I know. I know. You keep telling me.”


“I’ll think about it.”

Balthazar smiled at you, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “That’s all I ask.”



You’d been spending a lot of time in bed recently. You just… couldn’t find it in you to give any effort to anything.

Lucifer noticed. He tried his best to get you up and out. You would go with him but the spark was out of your eyes, the light was out of your smile.

And so Lucifer decided to switch tactics. He curled up around you, his figure wrapped around you.

“Lucifer, what are you doing?”


You rolled over, your eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “No, really, what are you doing?”

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what’s going on with you and… I’m not sure you do, either. But that’s okay. I’m here for you and I will be here for as long as you need. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

You didn’t know what to do. You were so thankful for Lucifer. You snuggled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. Lucifer wrapped his arms tighter around you and pressed a kiss to your head.



Michael watched as you drifted about your daily life.

Something was wrong.

He watched as you repeated your motions every day—getting up, going to work, going to sleep. Each day, you seemed to droop a little more than the previous.

One day, he waited for you to come through the door, ready to surprise you.

Surprise you he did.

“Um… what are you doing?” you asked, looking at Michael.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

“Leaving? Going where?”

Michael grabbed your hand and before you could say anything more, the two of you poofed away.

When you landed, you looked around. You were standing on a beach, the sun setting on the horizon. The air was warm and smelled like citrus and flowers. The sound of the waves was calming.

“Michael… what are we doing?”

“You needed a vacation, Y/N. You needed to get away from your everyday life. It was driving you mad.”

You stared out over the ocean, watching the sky turn pink, orange, purple. It was beautiful.

“We can stay as long as you want. As long as you need,” Michael said, squeezing your hand.

Have your good girl tonight

Requested: Yes Pairing: Michael and reader Rating: R Request: “Okay, could you do Michael smut where he finds out you have a praise kink and uses it on you? Also could you do some thigh riding, too? (:” A/N: this was really fun to write and I hope you all like it, especially the one who requested it!!! Enjoy xx “Miiichaaeeellll” I called out as I walked over to the couch. “Yeah, babe?” He piped up, eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him, not looking up as I sat on his lap. “Mikey, I miss you, babe”, I said, hoping he’d catch on. “Mm, babe I missed you, too!” He chirped, quickly kissing my cheek and reverting his attention back away from me. I huffed a bit and squirmed around on top of him, trying to cause enough movement to grab his attention. “Babe, stop, I can’t see”, he whined. “Well, I wish you’d just pay attention to me” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning my head on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to hear me, not giving it a second thought as he just swung his arm around me. The next ten minutes continued along just like this, until I had finally had enough of it and decided to take matters into my own hands. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to me on his own, then I would make him. Turning around and reaching to the side table, I swiped the remote and quickly clicked the screen off, earning a groan on Mikey’s part and a “What the fuck, y/n?” At least he wasn’t just staring off into space, I thought. “Don’t give me any of that, Michael Clifford” I told him, quickly shutting him up and earning a surprised look. “Babe, we just moved in together and you’re always away working. Whether it’s doing interviews, recording, writing, whatever. I feel like sometimes we aren’t on the same page and we get a little distant. Mikey, I MISS you”, I faltered off at the end, emphasizing the “miss”. His eyebrows shot up, along with the sides of his mouth, the message obviously making itself clear at this point. His hands rubbed their way up my sides. “If that’s how you feel, sweetie, then why didn’t you just say something?” I laughed a little bit at that, responding with “Well, Michael, I was trying to subtly suggest that earlier, but you can be the densest person, sometimes!” He just chuckled a bit before attaching himself to my neck, quickly getting to the point. I groaned, finally getting what I’ve needed all day. I tangled my hands in his hair, not letting him pull away any time soon. Mikey hummed against my neck, looking into my eyes before pulling me in for a sweet, passionate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth, pulling heaven into me. I moaned into him, letting him know I wanted him to go a little further now. He tugged at the hem of my blouse, pulling up as he pulled away. As soon as the soft thud clattered through the room, he was pulled against me again, desperately trying to touch every inch of my exposed skin. He finally gripped my legs, pulling my hips closer to his and rubbing myself against him, earning a low groan from his lips. “Mikey, babe” I moaned, breathless as his lips traveled all over my neck and collarbones. I shifted to his thigh, straddling it as I quickly got some friction going between us. I pushed myself above him, pulling my shorts off and throwing them to the same corner as the shirt, not waiting for the soft landing to straddle his thigh again, getting back into the swing of things. It’s been so long since I’ve had him, fully had him to myself. Not in a rush, not whispering how much I love and adore him in his ear as I violently and simultaneously reach orgasm along with him. Michael’s lips stayed pressed against mine as his hands helped guide my hips into a rhythm of their own. I pushed and pulled against him, eliciting deep and needy moans from myself, Mikey pushing me along as one of his hands made their way to one of my breasts, pushing me further along. “Mm, Mikey I needed you so bad all day today” I moaned through gasps and deep breaths. “I know, babe. And now you have me, don’t you, my good girl?” His words shook the breath from my lungs, stealing the movement from my hips and quirking his pierced eyebrow. “What is it baby? Do you like having me? Do you like being my good girl?” I quickly nodded, bouncing and pulling myself along on top of his thigh, pulling the most beautiful friction against my clit, the cotton fabric of my panties helping aid the process. “That’s it, my beautiful girl, fuck my leg, baby girl, I know how much you love it, don’t you? You love fucking my leg, you love coming all over me, don’t you?"I nodded along to all of his words, my own not coming to the surface from my lungs. Mikey pulled my underwear to the side, my pussy making full contact against his bare leg, sitting in just his boxers on the couch, pushing me closer and closer. The sloppy sounds of my pussy pushing and slipping against him, skin to skin, filled the room and harmonized with the moans and whines coming from both of us. I was racing closer and closer to my orgasm as Mikey might have been desperately chasing his own as he pushed his hips up a few times, trying to capture some kind of friction of their own. "Mikey, babe, I’m so close, so so close” I gasped out, picking up the pace against him, his hands flying down to my hips, helping go at a rougher pace. “That’s it, baby, keep going, you’re doing so good, baby, just let it go” he moaned out, knowing what those words would do for me. “ohmygodmikey oh my god, yes , yes mikey please yes” I called out as it finally hit me, keeping the rhythm going through my entire orgasm, pushing my lips against his as I slowed down. He peppered kisses all over my cheeks before finally landing on my own lips, melting into me as I melted into him. Finally. It had been so long since I’d had him so fully to myself that I could just fully lose myself in him. “You were such a good girl for me, weren’t you, baby?” Mikey smirked at me as I laughed a bit. “Are you going to be a good girl for me again, and help me have you again?” He questioned, his second question going straight to my underwear, quickly getting me ready to go again, taking my time and having his good girl all to himself tonight.

The Hunter’s Daughter-Part 6



Michael could barely feel the ground under his feet. To any passerby he would be a gust of wind. In all of his years on earth, Michael had never moved as fast as he was moving now. He was racing, following your scent, running on pure anxiety. His senses were sharp, focused on your scent alone. Every fifty miles or so, he would pick up Travis’ scent as well, which disturbed him deeply, but nevertheless pushed him on faster and further. Soon, he reached a spot where your scent veered off sharply to the left. Slowing down a bit, Michael followed it until he had reached a small town practically in the middle of no where. Why in the world would you stop here? This was not a town where it would be easy to get lost in and he assumed it wasn’t the kind of place someone would go if they didn’t want to be found. Michael couldn’t help but think that perhaps you wanted him to find you. Sniffing the air again, he quickly regained your scent and followed it to the front door of a very dilapidated, run down motel.

“Of all places…” Michael muttered under his breath. Of course you had to chose the shadiest motel he had ever seen in his life to camp out while a vampire out for your blood was on the loose. “Dammit Y/N, I thought you were supposed to be good at running away.” He cursed.

Upon entering the sketchy building, Michael immediately went to the front desk. A tall, skinny man with greasy hair and glassy eyes behind thick rimmed glasses sat at the front desk reading a beat up copy of Hamlet, and looking like the cleanliness of the motel was the last of his priorities.

“Hello sir, can you tell me if a young woman, about twenty years old, really beautiful has come through here recently?” Michael tried to be nice, as to not cause any problems or do anything he would regret later. The man looked up from his book as to size Michael up. Unimpressed, the man peered from behind his spectacles and replied “Who’s asking?”

Michael chuckled. He had tried to be nice, but you were more important than some man in a lobby. Looking directly into the man’s sunken in eyes he said firmly, “Let me rephrase that. Tell me where she is.” Michael compelled the man.

“Room 114.” The man droned.

“And a key?”

The man reached under the desk and handed Michael a key with a little picture of a sunshine on it.

Without a word, Michael exited the lobby. On his way, Michael broke one of the legs off of a chair, just in case he had to prepare for the worst and in a flash he was standing in front of your room. He inhaled deeply, drinking in your scent that he had come to adore.

 Suddenly, an all too familiar smell hit his nose that made his heart sink.  Human blood. Hiding the broken wooden leg of the chair in the inside pocket of his coat Michael burst through the door. What he was greeted with was a sight that never in a thousand years would be ever be able to forget.

There you were, laying on the small bed in nothing but your undergarments, small puncture wounds littering your once smooth stomach, arms and inner thighs. Your eyes were transparent and your cheeks were stained with tears. He could hear your shallow breathing from where he stood accompanied with soft sobs. Travis was kneeling over you, licking up the blood that was beginning to pool around your tummy. But it was what sat on the nightstand, little light blinking red signaling that it was on, that made Michael’s blood catch fire. The bastard was recording the whole thing.

Travis looked up and his dark red eyes met Michael’s now hardened black ones. His lips were stained with your blood and his fangs were bared and protruding from his mouth.

“Michael, how nice of you to join us.” Travis hissed, smirking.

“You stay the hell away from her!” Michael lunged towards Travis, but Travis was faster. In one movement he had himself and you up from the bed and across the room. His strong arms were around your neck as, holding your limp body up to keep you from collapsing.

“Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t try that Michael. Wouldn’t want your pretty little girlfriend to suffer even more now would you?” Travis held on to your neck a little tighter, making you whimper and in turn causing Michael’s heart to shatter.

“M-Michael.” You choked out.

“This isn’t about her Travis. This is about you and me. You don’t need to bring her into this. Besides, you had your fun, now let her be and take it up with me.” Michael reasoned.

“This has everything to do with her!” Travis screeched. “She makes you happy and you cannot be happy! Not after what you did to Meredith and not since I’ve been miserable for a century! It is your turn to suffer.”

“So this is all about Meredith. Ha, she didn’t love you before she made me and she certainly didn’t love you afterwards. And now here you are, blaming your imperfections on me because you couldn’t get her to love you. You did not own Meredith. She chose to love me not you. And now here you are, trying to get back at me using a human girl. Look at yourself! You’re a coward!” Michael began to tease Travis. He knew that Travis had a hard time controlling his rage and if he could manage to anger him enough, it was possible he might just forget about you long enough to for Michael to get you out of harm’s way.

“I am not a coward!” Travis was getting fired up. Michael could see it in the way his muscles contracted that he was loosening his grip on you.

“Yes you are Travis. Meredith always told me that was the reason she couldn’t love you. Because you always chose the easy route in a fight.” Michael was getting into it now, watching closely as Travis immediately let go of your neck and instead pushed you behind him where you fell to the floor, weak from blood loss. 

Seeing his chance, Michael began to ease towards you in a way that would go unnoticed by an incensed Travis.

“Admit it, you’re a coward and you always will be.”

Michael’s words brought out the animal in Travis.  Letting out a cry that would curdle the blood of any human and blinded by his rage, Travis lunged towards Michael. But Michael was ready. With inhuman speed, Michael revealed the stake out from under his jacket and plunged it deep into Travis’ heart. Travis began to cough up blood as Michael twisted the wood further into his flesh. 

As he began to wither away, his age finally catching up to him as the wood was driven into his heart, Michael whispered into his ear “First rule: never act out of rage, you coward. You will never hurt her again.” And with that, Travis dropped dead to the ground.

Immediately, Michael turned his attention to you. You were curled into fetal position and by the looks of it you were beginning to bleed out. Michael swiftly knelt beside you and placed you in his lap.

“C’mon baby, stay with me.” He cooed, gently stroking your matted hair. 

“M-Michael, I-I’m so sorry. “I-I didn’t mean….” You sobbed, unable to hold back tears.

“Shh, baby it’s okay I’m here and I will never ever hurt you again okay? He’s dead and no one will ever hurt you again. Oh my god I’m so sorry. I will never let you get away again.” You looked up to meet Michael’s gaze and saw that he was crying too. Finally you realized, it was time to let down the walls you had spent your whole life building.  You were tired of being strong and holding yourself together. You needed someone to take care of you for a change and so, in this moment of pain and weakness, you let it all out. You let yourself become vulnerable. It was time to forgive Michael. What was in the past was in the past. The Michael you knew cared about you and would never hurt you, despite his nature. You would have to be careful around him, and he would need to learn to control his urges, but you could do it together.

But sensing that you may not have as much time as you though due to your fatal wounds, you uttered out a final sentence. “I-I forgive you Michael. And I-I love you.”

Michael was sobbing now. “I love you too Y/N. Since the first day I met you, I knew it. You’r so beautiful. So strong.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead, continuing to stoke up and down your arms, sides and hair. You smiled, feeling at peace. But you could also begin to feel yourself slip away, in and out of consciousness. 

Feeling you tense up, Michael began to panic. “No, no, no baby you are not leaving me. I am not going to lose you.” Biting his wrist, Michael did the one thing he prayed would save you. But he knew you wouldn’t like it. Hunter’s were forbidden from drinking vampire blood to heal. It was against their nature, just like it was against his to resist blood.

“Baby I need you to drink this okay?”

You gasped.“N-no Mikey I can’t you know I can’t! My father forbade it! I-I can’t!” 

“You have to. We have to live our lives together and love each other and…and…” He had to convince you. He couldn’t lose another soul mate. Not again. “Drink. Please.” Michael begged you, placing his wrist next to your swollen lips. You squeezed your eyes shut. You knew you weren’t supposed to. It would dishonor your father and it would be wrong. But spending eternity with Michael sounded pretty damn amazing. Weakly, you nodded your head and reached your bruised arm up to take his and began suckling at his wrist. The act was intimate and to Michael, it actually felt nice. For you, it was slightly uncomfortable but within moments, the bites inflicted by Travis began to close up, becoming little pink scars. Immediately, you felt your energy levels spike and you opened your eyes, taking in more and more of his blood.

“Okay baby, I think that’s enough.” Michael said softly as you detatched your lips from his arm.

“Michael? Am I going to…you know, become like you now that I’ve consumed your blood?” You asked nervously.

Unsure how to respond without freaking you out Michael just looked at you sympathetically. Understanding, you nodded “How long?” You whispered.

“As soon as you come in contact with sunlight.” Michael replied. “But at least we get to spend an eternity together. Which means I can spend an eternity doing this…” Michael swiftly gripped your waist and pulled you in for a long awaited kiss. He tasted sweet and you knew that you could kiss him for a thousand lifetimes and still not get tired of the taste. Your hands wound themselves in his cherry red locks as he pulled you closer into him. 

“I love you” He whispered. “I will love you today, tomorrow and for the rest of eternity.” He sighed into your lips.

And you knew he was telling the truth.

The Hunter’s Daughter no longer had to be alone.  



Keep Her Safe

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 2132

Characters: Michael x reader, the Winchesters, Gabriel

Warnings: Mentions of fighting

Summary: You are Michael’s wife, and he asks you to stay with the Winchesters whilst he fights demons.


Working with the angels was always tricky for the Winchesters. With the obvious exception of Cas, they didn’t particularly trust them, and for Sam in particular they brought back memories he’d rather keep hidden. Still, sometimes it was unavoidable. This was one of those times.

In the aftermath of the Darkness’ destruction, a group of demons had been wreaking havoc along the East Coast. There were too many of them spread over too wide a distance for Sam and Dean to be able to deal with them by themselves. Once they had realised the scale of the problem, Cas had suggested calling in some of the archangels. They had only agreed on the condition that the angels stay out of their way.

Like all hunts, that had gone wrong very quickly.

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Hurry, In The Closet!

Title: Hurry, In The Closet!

Author: Luc

Angel: Michael

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Word Count: 2202

Request: Hello!Could you maybe please do a fanfic about Michael were he gets out of the cage and stumbles across the reader but she’s with the Winchesters so she has to hide him. Can it be fluffy and then a little smutty at the end and he shows the reader his wings oh and his vessel is young john even though adam was his last one. Please and thank you!

Note: None

Dark green eyes fluttered open as a distant sound of cars driving by floated on the wind. The last thing Michael remembered was arguing with Lucifer down in the cage, and now he was here. How did he get here? Where was here? He pushed himself to his feet, almost losing his balance before steadying himself by grabbing hold of a tree beside him. He was clothed in a tshirt, jacket, and jeans, and his hair was ruffled slightly as if he had just gotten out of bed. He needed to find out where he was, so he headed in the direction of the road, which he could see off in the horizon.

It was still night by the time he reached it, stumbling out into the vacant street, lost and confused. On several occasions had he tried to zap himself back to heaven, but when that didn’t work, he tried zapping himself anywhere. Nothing had happened and the grand Archangel Michael of Courage was lost. He didn’t even know what to do as a car came speeding past, blowing past him with a loud honk. At that, he ran off across to the other side toward the city lights.

Maybe his Father had pulled him out of the cage? He had heard that God was wandering about down here on Earth, but why would he have left him in the middle of no where for him to gawk around helplessly with very little connection to home? It couldn’t have been Father. Maybe it was one of his brothers, Gabriel, perhaps. But his brother didn’t have the power to do such a thing– Death. Maybe, just maybe, it was Death who pulled him out. Why would he do that though? Michael needed a logical explanation, he always did. He always needed to know the plan of action, confusion was weakness to him.

He walked down the sidewalk in the city, the street to his right and more grass to his left. All of the buildings lit up brightly in the dark twilight with neon signs. Michael kept to himself, avoiding everyone he saw, purposefully walking as far away as possible. He always did what his Father told him, even bow before humans. He may not have particularly liked them, but if his Father thought it wise to love them, then he did too, despite all of their flaws and mistakes.

Then he saw you, walking along on the other side of the road, hands in your pockets. He knew you. You were that hunter that hung out with the Winchesters. Without even looking, Michael bolted across the pavement, almost slamming into you to get your attention. His eyes were wide, you were his only chance of figuring out what was going on. He, no matter how much he didn’t like to admit it, needed your help. “Oh, uh, what is your name… Y/N…yeah, Y/N!” He said, while you stepped away from him confused. “No, no, help me! It’s Michael.”

You gaped in shock, this couldn’t be the archangel? You saw him fall into the cage, you watching him get dragged down with Lucifer. “M-Michael? No, it can’t be– Oh my God, y-you’re in John.” You stuttered, eyes registering that the man in front of you was John Winchester. You’d seen photos of him when he was this young, and had been told stories from Dean about his father. How did the archangel get someone long dead in their younger self? “H-How are you here?” You whispered, and took him by the arm, guiding him down the sidewalk.

“I don’t know, I woke up in some forest not far from here.” He said, watching you closely, glad you were compassionate enough to help him after everything that had happened between the two of you. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the motel I’m staying at with the boys.. Oh, boy. The boys cannot see you, they would totally freak out if they did.” You said, shaking your head. Why did you agree to help him? “When we get there, you will stay in my room and you will not make a peep to where they can hear? Got it?” He nodded his head as you saw the building just around the corner. “Okay, we’re almost there.” You looked up at the two doors where you and the boys had checked into that morning, making sure they weren’t strolling about before climbing the steps and shooing him into the room.

When the door was closed you turned to Michael, who had wandered further into the space. He glanced at the two single beds and to the bathroom, it was honestly disgusting, but he didn’t say anything. He turned back to you, “Thank you, for helping me.”

“No problem, you seemed kind of lost back there.” You chuckled, taking off your sweatshirt and flinging it onto the bed closest to the door before plopping down to sit. “The brothers and I are on a case here. We think it’s a demon thing, but we aren’t too sure yet. I would say you could help out, but for one, the boys wouldn’t be too fond of you, and two, it doesn’t look like you have any angel mojo going for ya.”

Angel mojo?”

You had to hold in a full laugh, “Your abilities, Michael. You know, it seems to me like you’re cut off from Heaven at the moment.” You raised your eyebrows in amusement as he shrugged and copied your posture on the bed beside your own. “You’re not all that bad, you know, when you’re not trying to possess my best friend and destroy the world.” That earned you a sheepish smile from him before you got up and walked to the dresser, pulling out some pajamas and sauntering over the the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.” You said before going in to change.

Michael looked after you, laughing to himself at what you’d said. When you’d come back out, you simply waved a goodnight and crawled into the bed beside the one he was still sitting on. After several minutes of staring off into the corners of the ceiling, noticing the cobwebs swirling in the breeze coming from the air conditioner, the archangel crawled into his own bed. He was surprised at how comfortable the mattress felt, about to close his eyes for rest until he saw you roll over in your sleep. You faced him, arm hanging over the side of the bed and mouth parted ever so slightly. He smiled, admiring the beauty in the little things that made you human.

The next morning when you woke up, you rose, changed, and brushed your teeth quickly. You had to meet the boys at their room before they had a chance to come here, you didn’t want them to open the door and see Michael. His dark haired vessel sat quietly at the small table on the left wall, watching you get ready. “Good morning.” He said, attempting to talk to you. If he was to stay here, he might as well make it easier for the both of you.

“Good morning.” You replied with a smile, and headed toward the door. “Stay here!”

From then on, as the case you and the boys worked continued, Michael stayed hidden in your room, keeping you company. It had been two weeks since you had stumbled upon the lost angel, and even though neither of you dared say a word about it, feelings were developing. You never thought that the one you’d end up falling for would be the oldest archangel, and one of the most powerful beings in the universe. Michael never thought that he would ever fall in love at all, and that if he did it would be with a human.

One day after you’d come back to the motel for the night, Michael was laying on his back on the bed, staring at the various pattern of popcorn details on the ceiling. You also noticed he was shirtless. “Uh, hello.” You said, a pink blush creeping up on your cheeks as you walked in, dropping your duffel bag by the door and locking the latch. You sat down on the bed and took off your shoes as he sat up, watching you.

“How was it?” He asked, just like he did everyday. At first it was nice, then it got annoying, but now you enjoyed the fact that you knew he genuinely cared about how your day went.

“It actually went a lot better than expected, just research at the town’s library really.” You said, turning to him. “C'mere.” You motioned for him to come sit next to you, and he did. The proximity to him put more heat in your body than you had anticipated, and a little chill ran down your spine as your eyes met with his. He looked down to his lap and took one of your hands in his.


You gulped, not really knowing why you had invited him to sit next to you. You hadn’t really wanted to tell him anything, or had you? You blinked a couple of times, glancing down as you fiddled with his fingers. “Oh, I don’t know.” You mumbled, looked back into his dark green eyes. “I just wanted to say…” You were lost for words, so in the panic, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He responded eagerly, moving his hands to your hips while yours lingered in his dark hair, tugging slightly.

“Me too.” He pulled away to say before molding his lips to yours once again. His tongue teased your bottom lip, soon gaining entry, mapping out every contour of your mouth. Your hands moved to tug at the hem of his pants, and he shimmied them off before pulling your shirt of your head and unclipping your bra. Michael pushed you down to the bed softly, trailing kisses down your jawline and down your neck. A small moan escaped your lips as his tongue tickled behind your earlobe, soon trailing down to your hardened nipple. His teeth grazed against the bud while his other hand kneaded into your other breast.

You arched your back in pleasure as he trailed down your stomach, pulling your pants and underwear down in one swift movement. You looked down to catch his eyes, filled with lust, before he buried himself between your thighs. You gasped as he parted your folds with an experienced tongue, licking long stripes down your sex and stimulating your clit with his nose. You felt the coil in your abdomen tighten, fisting the sheets as he pushed two fingers into you.

Your breathing came short and heavy as he pumped into you, still torturing you with his tongue before pulling up and landing a soft kiss on your lips. You tasted yourself on his mouth mixed with his own flavor, and you reached down, fumbling with your fingers to push his boxers down. He did so himself, his hard member springing free before you took it in hand and rubbed a few lengths, earning a low groan from Michael.

He deepened the kiss, making you move your hand to his hair, seeking more leverage. Michael pulled back, lining up with your entrance and searching your eyes for consent. You nodded softly, moaning with pleasure as he pushed into slowly. His pace started dangerously slow, and you hooked your legs around his waist, pleading him to pick up the pace. He acknowledged your wish and thrust into you with fast strokes, leaving breathy kisses on the crook of your neck as you felt your climax approaching.

The twitch of his shaft inside you sent your hurtling over the edge, “Michael..” You moaned, fingernails raking down his back as your walls clenching around him. He pumped a few more times, helping you ride through your orgasm as he experienced his own, spilling himself inside you. Panting, he pulled out and fell to lay beside you. It was a squeeze, the bed was so small.

Knock, knock

You shot out of the bed, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. You were about to go answer the door when you saw Michael sitting up confused on the bed, trying to get his pants on. You clenched your teeth and grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to hop with you as he finally buttoned the jeans around his waist. “Hurry, in the closet!” You hissed, shoving him into the itty bitty room the motel provided for clothes. “Be quiet!”

You rushed to answer the door, only to find Sam standing there. “Hey, Y/N, we’re out of toilet paper, can we have some before Dean shits himself back at our room?” He chuckled, and you nodded skipping off to the bathroom. When you returned, you handed the roll to him, about to close the door when you heard a loud tumble behind you. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut, knowing exactly what it was. You finally looked only to see an extremely surprised Sam, and a very embarrassed Michael laying half dressed on the floor.


Michael Fluffy Smut

“Hey babe, I’m home,” Michael’s deep voice echoed through our shared apartment. I didn’t answer. I stayed, laying in bed watching the tv on mute.

“Y/n? Baby?” His voice sounded more worried as I heard him shuffle through multiple rooms in search of me.

“In here” my quiet voice tried to squeak out as loud as possible, so quiet a mouse couldn’t even hear.

“Y/n” he spoke, out of breath. His tall stature stood at the doorframe, his large coat loosely hanging onto his broad shoulders. His black and purple hair was sticking up in many different directions.

“Was it windy out?” I attempted to turn up the sides of my mouth and fake a smile but he remained expressionless at my terrible attempts.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He gently pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket and let it fall to the ground. The buttons clinked on the floor and I looked up from my spot on the bed.

Slowly, I lifted my head. “Yes” I responded flatly.

“No. Y/n…” He made his way to the edge of the bed. I buried my head under the sheets and my pillow, trying not to show him my face. “I know you’re not okay. Please talk to me.”

Michael knew. Michael always knew. On a typical day, I would be happily working on one of my drawings, blasting my music through the halls. Or I would be dancing around the kitchen, baking my favorite pastries. I’m always the one to greet him at the door, everyday.

“Mikey…” I trailed off, my bottom lip trembling slightly.

“Shhh shh shhh baby” he leaned down and knelt by the bed. His hand soothed my hair down. “Don’t cry”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Holding back the tears. His voice came out a little shakier than the both of us were expecting “I love you. You know that, right?” I nodded my head as best I could “And you trust me, right?” I nodded again. “Then you have to tell me what happened if you want me to help you”

I nodded and he took my hand in his. His thumb drew small circles on the delicate skin. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. My gaze meet his. His eyes were as clear as ever.

“Charlie died” I held his hand tighter as the words left my mouth.

He blinked a few times, “who’s Charlie?” Raising his eyebrows.

“My dog. Well, my parents’ dog. They got him for me for my tenth birthday.”

Michael still didn’t seem to quite understand.

“He was my best friend.”

He snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. I pulled my hand away from his and flipped over on the bed “stop laughing at me” I whined.

“Babe, I’m sorry it’s just…he’s a dog.” He tugged at my arm trying to get me to turn around again but I tightened my muscles and didn’t budge.

“Stop it. He was really important to me.”

“I thought I was important to you.”

I smiled and flipped back over to look at him. He still had a goofy smile plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he was. His hand reached up and wiped away the wet tears on my cheeks. “Do you know what will make you feel better?”

“Cotton candy flavored ice cream?”

He chuckled, “no, sweetheart.” He got up and started placing chaste kisses on my cheeks and along my warm forehead. “I little sweet lovin’.”

“Mikey,” I moaned his he pulled away the large duvet covering my small body. He ripped it away and sat between my legs. Shivers erupted on my body, feeling the cool breeze reach me.

He was sitting on his knees and held his hands in his lap, “you’re such a cutie y/n”

I tilted my head to the side, looking up at him. Out of nowhere, I got a burst of desire and grabbed fists of his shirt and pulled him down so that his lips met mine. Michael was the first to pull away.

His eyes were glistening with lust. One hand reached to the loose shirt I was wearing and tugged it upwards. It was one of his old, worn out band tees. “Maybe. One. Day. I’ll. Buy. You. Your. Own. Puppy.” He paused slightly between each word he spoke and pulled the shirt up one inch at a time.

I smiled and lifted my upper body to allow him to pull the shirt over my head. His entire body fell on top of mine and he started nipping at my neck, mumbling random things to me, none of which really stood out.

The one thing I was able to hear was, “and you and me, we could take him on walks together, through the park, or visit friends. Just you, me and our family.”


“Yeah babe?” Finally lifting his head and brushing his nose against mine.

“Make love to me?” I giggled.

“Of course, beautiful y/n.”

His large hands glided along my sides, all the way to my waist. A small kiss made it’s way to my navel and on each hip bone. 

Michael’s index fingers hooked onto my panties. He quickly looked up at me before pulling them down, “You’re so perfect. I love you y/n.”

My hands went up behind my head and I leaned back, starting to finally relax for the first time today. He pulled my underwear down and flung it across the room. 

He buried his head between my legs and all that I could see was his soft black and purple hair. His tongue softly licked up my slit and he sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth. He tugged at it with his teeth for bit.

“More babe,” I moaned.

“Hmm?” He hummed at my entrance, glancing his eyes up at me.

“More,” I tried to say louder and with more confidence. Michael didn’t listen and didn’t move from his spot. 

Roughly, I pulled at the hair on the back on his head and pulled up back up so that his crotch was hovering directly over mine.

“Whatcha doing there sweetheart?” His hand cupped my cheek and he dragged the pad of this thumb under my eye.

“I’m trying to get you to fuck me, god dammit.” I lifted my hips to meet his and started grinding against the bulge in his tight jeans.

Luke Fluffy Smut

Carnival (Michael x reader)


Warnings: clowns!!!

Fic song: Made in USA - Demi Lovato


Are you ready for another request from me? 😂 Sorry I just have so many ideas and your my favorite writer on here. 😘 How about one where the reader and Michael are a couple and he’s always busy but one day she convinces him to go out somewhere with her and the go to the fair and she sees a clown and like tightens her grip on him cause she’s scared and he finds it cute and like tells her it will be okay and maybe some fluff. Thank you in advance. I got the idea from somewhere on wattpad. ❤️

A/N: If anyone knows where anon got the idea, please let me know so I can tag it :)

Your name: submit What is this?


˝I pray to Michael to bring his sexy ass down here. ˝ you prayed walking around the room.  Like a million times before, the room stayed empty and you sighed in disappointment.

You hadn’t seen Michael in days and you couldn’t remember when was the last time you two went out or just spent time together. No matter how hard you tried to understand that he needs to take care about things in heaven, you couldn’t understand why he can’t take 2 hours to spend them with you.

˝Yes miss? ˝ you heard a voice behind you. Michael was standing a few feet away from you, corners of his lips turned up.  

˝Michael! ˝ you screamed, running into his hug. He opened his arms and wrapped them tightly around you. ˝I missed you so much. ˝ you giggled, pressing a kiss on his lips. You couldn’t resist pressing your nose into his neck, inhaling his smell that made you happy, like no drug in the world could.

Michael cupped your face, locking his eyes on you ˝So how can I help you babe? ˝ he inquired.

˝It’s nothing really. I just wanted to see you and hang out. ˝

Immediately his face expression hardened ˝Y/N I told you. I can’t hang out now, my family needs me. ˝

You swallowed your tears, looking away from him, so he wouldn’t see them. ˝I know… ˝ you sighed ˝But I don’t see you anymore. I can’t remember the last time we were together for more than 10 minutes. Even on Valentine’s day you just left a note. ˝

You stepped away from him, looking at his eyes. His face didn’t show any feelings, he just stared at you.  

˝You know what’s going on. Please try to understand. ˝ he said, his voice empty, you couldn’t sense anger or sadness or anything.. It was like talking to a computer, not with the angel.

˝I try to understand. I do. But you can’t just act like I don’t exist anymore. Like I’m air. I want to be with you again. ˝ you cried.

Never in a million years you could think that he could be like that. When you started dating he was a sweetheart. Every day he came to you just to spend time together. You went out, had fun. But then heaven came with its crises and from then on, Michael seemed like he doesn’t care about you anymore. Hell, if you wouldn’t pray to him, he probably wouldn’t even bother to come.

˝As I said, I need to take care of what’s going on in heaven. And we are together. I watch over you every night. ˝ he spoke and took a step towards you.

˝Oh how great. You’re here when I can’t talk to you. You’re so awesome. I don’t think I can be with someone who doesn’t spend time with me. ˝ you barked.  It was clear how pissed you were at him, but when you finished, Michael just disappeared. ˝Great. ˝ you mumbled, tears in your eyes.

You collapsed on the bed, tried to calm yourself down. Your hands were shaky and tears already blurred your vision.  You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging them and that’s when you let first sob out. And after that everything broke, you let the tears freely slid down your face.

Sobbing into your knees continued until you heard a wings in the room.

˝Hey Y/N. ˝ Michael said with a happy voice. But as soon as he saw you sobbing on your bed, your face puffy from crying, he became worried. ˝Baby what’s wrong? ˝ he asked and immediately appeared next to you, wrapping  tightly in his arms.

˝I’m sorry Michael. ˝ you sobbed, burying your face into his chest. ˝I didn’t mean that I can’t be with you. I love you. ˝

Michael kept quiet for some time, before lightly pushing you away ˝I know you didn’t mean it baby. I should be the one apologizing. You’re right, we don’t spend time together anymore, because of me. I’m sorry and I would really like to go out with you tonight. ˝

He took a bouquet of red roses in his hands, pushing them to you. Quietly you stared at the roses and then at him. Michael wiped tears off your face, waiting for you to answer.

˝You’re an idiot. ˝ you mumbled, smile on your face bigger than ever. You pulled him in a hug and pressed a kiss on his cheek. ˝We have a fair in the city this weekend. We could go there. ˝ you whispered.

Michael leaned his forehead on yours ˝I’d love to. ˝ he said, kissing you again.

You melted into the kiss, lifting your hands and placing them around Michael’s neck. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss.

˝We should go to fair. ˝ you mumbled, pulling away and ending the kiss.

˝Mhm. ˝ Michael agreed, opening his eyes. ˝And we should definitely hang out more. Next time I say no, just kiss me. ˝ he chuckled, pulling you off bed.

Michael waited for you to change and then you walked, hand in hand, to the fair. You talked about your friends and college while Michael talked about how sick he is of his stubborn brothers and how much he misses you. Every now and then he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and giggle like a young teenager.

The fair was one of rare, exciting things in this boring city. Everybody was having fun, talking to their friends. Kids were running up and down, eating cotton candy, teenagers were walking around, too shy to talk to their crushes and adults relaxed for at least a few hours. You loved to just sit and watch people.

˝Where do you want to go first? ˝ Michael asked, looking around. You could see how confused he was, not knowing where to go or what to do here.

˝Let’s just walk around for a while. Maybe buy some cotton candy. ˝ You smiled, pulling him behind you.

Everything looked perfect and you had a smile on your face the whole time.  Michael made you laugh all the time and every time he had a chance he kissed you. It was like when you started dancing. Well, at least until you spotted the biggest monster you’d ever seen. You froze instantly, pulling Michael closer. Smile faded quickly as the monster started walking towards you. You tightened your grip, trying to calm yourself down.

˝What’s wrong babe? ˝ Michael asked, worry on his face.

You were too focused on the monster to answer him, but he seemed to figure it out himself.

˝Wait you’re afraid of clowns? ˝ he smirked.

You turned to him, rolling your eyes. Yes, you were afraid of clowns. It always felt like they see your soul when they stare at you, creepy expression on their faces. And why isn’t illegal to walk around with painted face. You could kill any other monster – no problems. But clowns… you’d just run away from them as soon as possible.

˝Don’t be scared. ˝ Michael said, his voice softening ˝I’ll fight him and protect you ok? He won’t come near you, I promise baby. Now let’s go win you that giant teddy bear. ˝

He put a hand around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and leading you to the stall filled with toys.

As soon as clown was out of the way, you relaxed a bit and snuggled closer to Michael.

˝Thanks. ˝ you whispered, pressing a kiss on his cheek ˝I love you so much.  

Request: Scream - Archangel Edition

Request: Baby baby baby baby please do a halloweeny one for Saturday where it’s like all the angels (cas gabe luci michael) first Halloween so reader is like bitch we gon do this and it involves gabe being excited about sweets, spoopy onsies, and lucifer being so scared by a film that he lets out the highest pitched screech to ever grace the earth please baby I’m grounded and can’t go to Bekahs so I need all the spoop I can get

Word Count: 807

Such spoop, man. (This comes after I freaked myself out so much by reading scary stories I’ve been watching cat videos for half an hour, so please bear with!)

Happy Halloween, guys! I hope you have the spoopiest day ever and eat all of the junk food in the world!<3

“I know you’re not really in favour,” You explain, hopping up and sitting on the table beside where Dean is working, “But I think it would be a good way to… integrate them, right?”

“Y/N, we’re talking angels here, not ex-cons.” He rolls his eyes at the suggestion. You narrow your eyes at him, peering over at the Wikipedia page he’s studying.

“I know! I just… it’s a pre-Christian celebration, right?”

“In the most basic sense of the world.”

“Right, so it’ll be a good way to teach them that the world doesn’t revolve around them!” You insist, “I’ll get another room; keep outta your way.”

“You’d better.” Dean rolls his eyes. You grin, hopping off of the table and patting his shoulder.

“In that case, I have work to do.


It takes an hour of praying so vigorous you have a headache, but you end up with a gang of archangels (and one angel) in your room. Typically, only then do you realise what a tense situation this is – the arch-enemies Michael and Lucifer, Gabriel who is pretty pissed with both of them, and Cas, who has spent his whole life being ordered around by these guys. Before anything can spark, however, you interrupt the death glares that are being tossed around.

“Alright, guys,” You say enthusiastically, “Welcome to Halloween, 21st Century America style!” You grin. Lucifer narrows his eyes at you.

“You summoned us here for this?” He asks sceptically, and you nod.

“Look, everyone’s mad at each other like that, and I get it, I do. But my puny human mind thought it would be a fun idea to get together and watch some classic movies and eat some candy and… just chill for a night,” You say, watching the stony expressions soften, “No war, no fighting, no vessel-claiming… nothing.”

There’s a pregnant pause and for a moment, you think that they’re all going to zap right back off – however, to your surprise, Michael is the first to speak up.

“I feel like that would be enjoyable.” He says quietly, and Gabriel nods in agreement.

“I’m in.”

“Me, too.” Cas says, and you grin brightly, raising an eyebrow at Lucifer. He sighs.

“Fine. But no Samhain jokes, okay? That guy is a pain in my ass.”

“Deal!” You grin, clasping your hands together, “Now-“

You pull out a bag brimming with felty fabric, dropping it in front of the angels.

“Choose a onesie, and meet me in front of the TV in ten minutes. I’m going to get the popcorn going.” You command, walking off before they can protest. You ignore their childish squabbling, gathering snacks and junk food together. After a moment, Gabriel appears behind you.

“Need any help?”

“Uh… no, I’m good, thanks.” You smile, taking in the sight of his candy-corn themed onesie. You resist the urge to laugh, but he doesn’t mind – in fact, he seems excited. That is confirmed when he looks over your shoulder and gasps in excitement.

“You got everything!” He grins, taking in the plethora of candies and other junk food laying over the countertop. You laugh in response.

“No expenses spared for my favourite angels.” You say brightly, loading up your arms with the treats, “Mind grabbing the popcorn for me?”

“Sure.” He takes the popcorn and you make your way over to the TV, where the other three are already sat on the couch – which, thankfully, is very oversized for a motel room. You nestle yourself in the middle, between Cas and Gabe.

“Okay, guys, what should we watch first?”


“Who’s there?” The woman calls into the darkened hallway. She creeps along the bare floorboards and they squeak and groan beneath her heeled feet.

She reaches the end of the hall and pushes open the last door – the one that leads to the room where a couple of kids were murdered a century ago – only to be greeted with a cold breeze – the windows are open.

She crosses over to the window, accidentally crushing a fragment of china doll face as she moves.

Suddenly, the door slams, and she’s confronted with the figure of a small girl, face emaciated and sunken, racing towards her.

The creepy face illuminates the room and before you know it, Lucifer is out of his seat and screaming at the TV. You’re surprised by him more than the film, but he’s halfway to the door (apparently forgetting his ability to zap wherever, whenever) before you get the chance to react. His scream – so long and loud and high-pitched that Sam and Dean probably heard it across town – dazes you for a second.

“Luci, woah!” You stand up yourself, “What’s wrong?”

“She- creepy- what the hell?” He hisses, spitting pure fire at the TV. When his fingertips literally spark, you jump in between him and the TV.

“Alright, alright, we’ll turn it off.” You sigh, “Jeez. Maybe we should stick to Buffy reruns for a while.”

Dating Michael would include

•stealing his shirts to sleep in every night

•him blushing as you tell him you love him

•piggyback rides

•helping him dye his hair

•him blaming you when it doesn’t look right

•rough and sweaty post-concert sex

•him trying and failing to teach you the guitar

•screaming the lyrics to your favourite songs

•dancing around the kitchen

•constant “I love you"s

•lingering touches

•cute nicknames

•"hey fuckface”

•"what Michael"

•"let’s have sex"

•long naps in the middle of the day

•him wanting to hold you as close to him as possible when you sleep

•incoherent mumbles at 3am

•"I love you so fuckin’ much babe"

•"I love you too Michael"

•"well then I’m the luckiest guy in the world"

•making pancakes in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep

•hugging you from behind as you cook, pressing lingering kisses along your shoulder as he holds you tight into him

•him sneaking into the shower with you

•playing with each other’s hair as you watch tv

•building forts in the living room

•him chasing you around the house with his nerf guns

•dancing with no music

•calling you 24/7 when he’s on tour

•him swearing that he’ll never leave you for that long again when he comes home

•"never again babe…I missed you so goddamn much, you have no idea"

•him burying his face into your hair as he hugs you

•"I love you so much"

And yeah these are just things I think about on a daily basis and now I’m upset why can’t I have this:((

The Stars in Your Eyes

Pairing: Michael x Reader
Warnings: None; this is pure fluff. 
Word Count: 1276
Summary: Michael and the reader are star-gazing on top of the Bunker’s roof when Michael makes a startling confession. The theme song for this is “All of the Stars” by Ed Sheeran.

You woke with a start, echoes of your nightmare still clearly etched in your mind. The nightmares had been going on for months by then and after each one you rarely were able to return to sleep; they were a side-effect of being a hunter. You could already tell that this was going to be one of the night’s where your racing mind wouldn’t permit you any more sleep. Instead, you pushed yourself up off the bed and grabbed your old hoodie off of the dresser near your door. You threw it on over your tank top before slipping out of your bedroom and treading quietly through the bunker until you reached the stairway that led to the roof.

At the top of the stairs you pushed the door open to reveal the desolate rooftop. It was rather chilly out but that didn’t stop you from wandering over to the edge and sitting down. You gazed up at the stars in admiration. Each night, if you couldn’t sleep, you would simply stargaze on the roof. It helped to calm you and forget the terrible dreams that plagued you.

There was something about the stars that always held your attention. The way they shined so brightly in the night sky and illuminated the darkness. They were marvellous and magnificent. Like angels, you mused ironically. When you were a child that’s exactly what you thought they were: angels watching over the earth. Even every now and then, you still liked to think that.

The sound of ruffling by your side drew your attention away from the sky. You turned to see to see Michael sitting in close proximity to you. He wasn’t looking at you, though. He was gazing up at the stars in the same manner you had been moments before.

“The stars were one of my favorite creations,” Michael commented. “I found joy in helping my Father create them throughout the universe. Sometimes, I would be allowed to hang them in the sky. When Father left, I carried on creating the stars and galaxies.”

“So how many do you suppose you made in this sky?” You asked with a small smile. Admittedly, you had a fondness for the eldest archangel that perhaps went beyond the usual feelings of admiration and friendship. However, you never shared your secret with Michael; you were a human and he, well, was an angel. One that didn’t even believe in free will at that. You would bet money that he wouldn’t return your feelings. It was best to love in silence than ever voice your feelings.

“Too many to count,” he presumed. He finally met your gaze with a quizzical expression. “If I may ask, what are you doing out here so late?”

Always the one to be concerned. You shrugged, pulling your sleeves down over your hands. You were nervous about the possibility of discussing your nightmares with Michael. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought getting some fresh air might help.”

“I can tell when you’re lying, Y/N,” Michael remarked gently. He pulled one of your hands out of your sleeve and took it in his own. “I can sense emotions and I know you’re nervous. But you don’t have to be. I care about you and I’ll do anything I can to help you.”

You gazed over at him once again. You rested your hand within his, entwining your fingers with his own. The contact, along with his reassurance, gave you some ease. “Thank you,” you responded softly. “You’re already helping. I’ve just been having nightmares, so on the nights I do I’ll come up here and watch the stars until I think I might be able to go back to sleep.”

Michael listened intently as you explained your reasoning, judgement never passing through his green eyes. He didn’t ridicule you for your nightmares as many of the other angels would; instead he stood up and pulled you to your feet along with him. “Well, I do have an idea to get your mind off of the nightmares.”

“Yeah, and what idea is that?”

“We could dance,” he remarked in response, leading you towards the center of the rooftop.

You willingly allowed him to lead you, smiling at the suggestion. “I didn’t know angels knew how to dance. Or more importantly, that you did.”

“You learn a thing or two by watching humans all the time,” he joked as he placed his hands on your waist. You began to sway together to your own silent beat as you rested your hands on the back of his neck. You were practically pressed chest to chest, cheek to cheek. You could feel your heart start to race from being so close to the angel as well as the physical heat between the two of you. You had never been this intimate with him before and being under the stars made you think that maybe anything was truly possible. Michael pulled away slightly and took one of your hands in his before twirling you and pulling you back. You couldn’t help but laugh as he placed on hand on the small of your back and gently dipped you backwards. You met his gaze and were pleased to see that he was smiling, watching you with the same admiration you often gave him. When he finally pulled you back upright you sighed in contentment and continued to sway together, keeping one hand in his while the other rested around his neck once more. He placed his other hand back on your waist and pressed his cheek to yours.

Moments passed in silence before he spoke again, his voice low and soft next to your ear. “Y/N, I think there is something I should tell you before I lose the courage to do so.”

You pulled back just enough to look at Michael as he spoke. “Okay, well, what is it?”

“I’ve been in love with you for some time now,” he confessed, watching you with a mixture of an anxious and hopeful expression. You only stared back with a blank expression, startled by the sudden confession. You were unsure of what to say, let alone what to do, and the longer you stayed silent the more worried Michael grew that perhaps he had been mistaken; perhaps you didn’t return his endearment. But slowly you leaned in until your lips met his; soft and sweet, hesitant and needing all at the same time. He pressed you closer, with one hand now cupping your cheek, as he returned the kiss and your eyes fluttered close. Your lips moved together in harmony, creating a profound sense of serenity that you had never experienced before. It was nerve-wrecking and exhilarating but you wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything in the universe; not even the stars above.

You were certain that Michael could hear your heart beating wildly, if not feel it, as you pulled away. You grinned at him, a faint blush evident on your face. “You know, sometimes if you tell someone that you love them and they kiss you it could mean that they love you too.”

“In our case, is that what it means?” Michael smiled at you, his green eyes shining with love and happiness. It was an odd, but nevertheless beautiful, look on the archangel, given his usual stoic expression similar to that of the soldier he once was. You found yourself wanting to see that look of joy more often; even more so, wanting to be the one to have caused that look.

“Yes,” you nodded, kissing him once more. “That’s exactly what it means. I love you, too.”

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49 and Michael!

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”


Michael had insisted on cooking you dinner after a twenty minute long debate about who was the better cook. He fought back with you when you said that he couldn’t cook; prompting your current situation. You sat in the living room as Michael worked his way around the kitchen; supposedly cooking you the most ‘spectacular meal you will ever taste.’

There were some loud noises, some burned scents and some ‘fucks’ that came from the small kitchen, but you were not allowed to enter under any circumstance. 

After two hours of waiting, you wondered if everything was okay. “Baby? You good?” you called out towards the kitchen, eyes fixed on the television. 

In a few moments, Michael was standing in front of the couch, directly in your line of sight. He was covered in baking ingredients; various liquids and powders covering his black skinny jeans and torn t-shirt. He had a frown on his face, looking disappointed. 

“I really tried,” he pouted. 

You couldn’t help but smile, laughing quietly at his apparent failed attempt to cook you a meal. You stood up, snaking your arms around his neck loosely. His hands stayed at his sides, his body lank. You placed a kiss to his lips, prompting his hands to grip onto your waist. 

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered in between kisses, placing another on his pink lips. 

I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot,” he replied, pecking you on the lips in return. 

“Get cleaned up, we’ll go get pizza,” you said, lightly pushing him off of you. 

He sighed, holding his hands up in defeat as he walked away from you and away from the mess that he had created in the kitchen. Maybe he wasn’t a great cook, but you still loved him for trying.

You Can Stay

Part 2 of Girl Goes on Sunday Drive

Reader Gender: Female
Words: 1,414
Author: Sammy
Warnings: Language
Note(s): 4 people requested a part 2 (Which is a better response than I was expecting thank you guys!) so here it is! Probably awful I didn’t go over it because I have to leave for work. If you want a part 3, send a message in to me or angelsxreader and I’ll make it happen. Thank you!
Summary: After a tense ride home with Michael and his brother, you have to make the choice between letting the brothers stay at your home or kicking them out to the street. But who are they running from? And why?

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