Micheal plans years and years in advance. As an Arch Angel, you have to. It's part of the job description. 96 years from now, he is going to need to use Dean Winchester's body as a vessel. For this to happen, Micheal's blood must run in the family.
Today is 17th April, 1912. Two days after the Titanic sank. Today is also the day he will hijack the body of John Winchester in 1973. Time is confusing, when you look at it in a straight line.
Elizabeth was the daughter of Colton Holmes. A well off family living in Washington. On April 17th 1912 she turned 16. In a fortnight's time she would marry another well off member of her society, namely, Daniel Winchester. This is where the Winchester blood line Micheal so badly needed would begin. Elizabeth had been given her own private chambers for the fortnight before she was due to be wed and taught lessons of how to be a good wife, what she was not expecting as she closed her curtains and turned to go to bed, was Micheal in the body of the young John Winchester standing before her. Elizabeth's body jolted. A strange man in her room was bound to ruin her name.
"Who are you?!" She whispers, frightened clutching at her doll that her Father had given to her as a child. This week she would have to dispose of it, so for now she held it close. It made her look much younger than her age.
"My name is Micheal. I am an Angel of the Lord." He spoke. His words absolute. But Elizabeth did not know what to do. How could he be from the Lord. Either way, she bowed her hair and fell to her knees. / These were the times / Micheal thought to himself with a smile plastered across his face. Where people knelt before him and listened to his words. "Stand Elizabeth. We have important work to do." He said with a hand on her shoulder. Nobody would lie about being an Angel of the Lord. It was a sin, after all.
The girl's eyes welled with tears that shed silently. She could not say no to the Lord's work.
"Anything." She whispered. The Lord was her savior. Micheal was an odd creature. The only thing he cared about was his family, in Heaven. He never once considered the lives of the people he used to get there.
"You will bear my child, Then you will tell no one and Winchester is to presume it is his." The angel said coldly. Elizabeth's face falls. She is just sixteen. Her jaw hangs and her hands shoot up to cover her face, her doll now sliding to the floor. How can she say no to an Angel? to the work of God? But it would be a sin to have sex before she was married- As if Micheal could read her mind he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "This will not count. I will make sure of it." He says with such a pure voice. He will replace her hymen once he is finished. "Now tell me, Elizabeth Holmes, Will you reject God and his work?" He knew his plan would work, this was just teasing. This era could never say no to the Lord. Even if they wanted to. The little girl shook her head, sniffing her nose. Micheal's smirk re appeared again as he slowly pushed her down on her back. She did not say a single word as he pulled the layers of clothing from her body with ease.
Micheal was Brutal with the little girl and stayed silent throughout the ordeal like girls did in those days.
Nine months later in 1913 a baby boy is born and the curse of No females to be born into the Winchester family. 92 years later Micheal watches from above as Mary Winchester is rushed into the hospital to give birth to the Baby Dean Winchester. His plan worked.