For @webyoulater

"GIVE ME SOME MICHAEL."

Sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy!

You sat at the cheap motel table, your laptop out as you searched for anything on the case you were currently on. Sam sat across from you and Dean was eating fried chicken on one of the beds. You made note to claim the other bed when it came time to sleep.

"So why are we doin' this again? Don't we have to focus on trapping Lucifer in the box?" Dean piped up from the bed. Sam rolled his eyes and glanced up from his laptop.

"Dean, for the last time, we might as well go on some regular old cases since we have nothing on the apocalypse and it ain't going anywhere. Michael, Lucifer, they aren't gonna start it without us," Sam said, trying to reason with his brother. Dean rolled his eyes and continued eating and wiping his fingers on the bedsheets, making you cringe.

"Whatever. We'll find a way to kill both of them anyways. Lucifer and that grade-A douchebag Michael," Dean commented in between bites. You froze at his words. Sure, you knew that Sam and Dean wanted to stop the apocalypse, but never before had Dean said they would try to kill the culprits. You silently stood up, shutting your laptop and stuffing it in your bag. You vaguely heard Sam say something to Dean about slowing down, before you were out the door.

You weren't sure where you were going, but you found yourself leaning against a brick wall in an alleyway, your eyes closed.

Michael... where are you? Your mind called out for your boyfriend, longing for him. A flutter of wings and suddenly he appeared in front of you, stress evident on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, giving you a quick kiss. You gave him a small smile, but it soon melted away, replaced with fear.

"They want to kill you Michael." You closed your eyes, refusing to let your voice shake. When you opened your eyes again, Michael was frowning, but he looked up and saw your worry, and smiled.

"Hey, don't worry. Everyone wants to kill me now. Those Winchester boys are no different. Even my own brother-" Michael replied, but suddenly stopped short. You furrowed your eyebrows as he backed away slightly, realisation dawned on his face. He mumbled something inaudible.

"What? What's happening?" You asked, setting your hands on his shoulders and trying to look into his eyes. They flitted around for a moment before finally focusing back onto you.

"Even my own brother wants to kill me." He sounded depressed, scared even.

"Michael, honey, you always say this is how it has to be. This is how it's gotta be." He sighed at your words.

"But my whole family, they're at each other's throats. They're at my throat-"

"And Lucifer's! Look, I lost my family when I was five. Your family members have been trying to kill each other for millennia. We can be family for each other. Help each other. Please let me help you, I don't want to see you hurt..." Your voice was barely above a whisper by the end of your sentence. Michael gave you a small smile, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I love you," He whispered, kissing you once more.

"I love you too."