For @elee677

You and Michael had been dating for a while. You were both completely in love and you both spent the days doing human things. Watching movies, going out, taking long drives, everything. You thought Michael was going to burst from excitement when he heard you and the Winchesters were flying for a hunt, so who were you to tell him that he didn't get a ticket? You bought him a ticket to fly, and when he got in the air he spent the whole ride looking out the window with a certain peace you knew he had missed for so long. Dean did not have as much fun, and never wanted to do it again, but Michael looked like he had the time of his life.

After about a year of you and Michael dating, he got a visit from his father. You were forced to wait in the other room, and when Michael came out he looked ecstatic. He was walking with pride. "Michael?" You asked.

"Yes y/n?" He asked, joy evident in his voice.

"What happened?"

"I am an angel again," he smiled. You smiled back while your heart broke. That means he doesn't have human emotions. That means he doesn't love. That means he doesn't love you anymore.

"That's great Mike!" You chirped. Yiu went up to kiss him but he turned away, jogging off to the others to tell them. You tried to tell yourself that it was just because he was excited, and not that he didn't love you. It just felt like he didn't. Why would he? He's an archangel, you're just a puny little human. An ant compared to him. You walked up to your room and laid down on the bed. Michael had a tendency to leave his pajamas in a ball on his pillow after he's done wearing them, so the bed always smelled like him.

You soon fell asleep out of confusion in your own mind and out of pure exhaustion. You had gone on a hunt recently and it had worn you out.

When you woke up, Michael wasn't beside you. "That's weird," you muttered. "He's always right there," you said. You walked downstairs and saw Michael sitting at the bar. "Hi Mikey," you smiled. You kissed his cheek and he seemed... disinterested. "You didn't come to bed last night."

"Oh, now that I'm an angel I don't need to sleep," Michael said. "Sorry y/n," he said. You kept smiling even though you hated that. You always enjoyed the time you two spent at night. It was time for you to cuddle with him and relish in the fact that he's your's and isn't is anyone else's bed.

Later in the day, Dean approached Michael. "Hey, Mike," Dean said. "What are you doing to y/n?" He asked.

Michael was confused by this. "Nothing," he said.

"Exactly. You remember when you were human, and you wanted to do all that chick-flick stuff with her? You remember ranting to Sam and I about the cuddle session you and her had while you watched Black Panther for the 100th time. She still feels like that. I can see it in her eyes. Dude, you're hurting her. Chicks love when you hold them in bed, or when you actually seem happy when they kiss you. So straighten up or she's going to think you don't love her. And then you're going to lose her, and losing her is like losing the freaking sun," Dean explained, crossing his arms. He knew you better than he knew himself.

Michael scoffed. "That's crazy Dean. Y/n knows better. She knows I love her. She shouldn't need me to shower her with affection!"

"You don't have to," Sam said, joining his brother and the archangel. "But she would appreciate it if you actually kissed her, and maybe if you took it from your time to go and sit with her for a little bit. She would probably appreciate it if you would tell her you loved her. When was the last time you told her you loved her, huh Michael?"

Michael went to say when he last said he loved you, but he couldn't think of it. He sighed. "I was so caught up with myself I forgot about my love," he said.

"Damn right, so go fix it. If she's hurt, angel or not, I will kill you," Dean said, uncrossing his arms to point at the archangel. Michael rolled his eyes and walked to your room, slowly walking in.

You were on the bed, quietly watching Grey's Anatomy on Netflix. You didn't hear the door open or close. You felt a hand on your waist and you looked at Michael. "Oh, Michael," you said softly.

"Hey, y/n. Listen, I know I've been really caught up with myself and becoming an angel, but I want you to know that I still love you," he said, gently rubbing your arm as you sat up. You looked at him, confused. "These past days I've just been so excited to be an archangel again, I forgot that I have a lovely woman that I would be dead without," he chuckled.

You smiled softly. "It's okay Michael. I never should've thought anything different," you said. You then put your hand on his neck and pulled him close, pressing his lips onto your's. You loved his kisses. This time, he smiled into the kiss and kissed back. You had missed his kisses.

Once you pulled away, you noticed two massive white appendages sprouting from Michael's back. They had gold tips and were practically glowing with power. "Oh, Michael... Are these your's?" you asked softly. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes, these are my wings. You can touch them, just be careful," he said, turning so that you could move your fingers through the soft feathers. You dragged your hands through the silk-like wings and heard soft hums of pleasure coming from the oldest archangel. "That feels really good," he said softly. You went for the base and gently stroked there, but he let out a loud and sexual moan, tossing his head back and everything.

"Oh my- sorry Mike!" You cried, your cheeks burning red. Then you heard laughter burst from your boyfriend and you glared at him.

"Oh, you should've seen your face. Red as a tomato!" He laughed, falling backwards on the bed. You fell on top of him and pecked his lips. "Mm, I love you."

"I love you too."

There ya go! Part two! I feel like its shitty but so sorry for the long ass hiatus!

-lit ass author