Given Permission by the Original author to write a spin-off to The Feather Effect.

I am a huge sucker for Michael/Dean fics and always wondered what it would be like or them to get together in TFE so I decided to write it out myself.

So this will end up as a Michael/Dean fic in time.

. . .

Dean arched his eyebrow at the Vinyl that sat upon the seat of the Impala with a note that said 'Dean' on it. He lifted it and pulled off the sticky paper to see 'Can't Fight This Feeling' by REO Speedwagon'. He knit his eyebrows as he checked the paper again but nothing else was on it. It was just his name in really nice Calligraphy.

Sam climbed into the seat beside him, narrowing his eyes at the Vinyl as he placed the laptop bag by his feet, "What is that?"

"REO Speedwagon, huh," Dean was actually kinda impressed. Deep inside, he was a big fan of the song in particular. He smirked, "probably Cas."

"Well he's learning at least," Sam shrugged as he closed the door and shifted to get comfortable in the seat.

Dean smiled warmly as he slid it into the backseat and began to drive, making their way to the case in middle of nowhere, Minnesota and he really despised cases there because it was cold and they were usually animalistic in nature.

"I can't fight this feeling anymore…I've forgotten what I've started fightin for," Dean sang, earning a bitchface from Sam, "it's time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars…forever."

Sam sighed, leaning his head against the window, "Why, why of all days do you have to pick today," he rubbed his temples, "I have a headache."

"C'mon cheer up, it's a lovely day to save lives," he tapped his hands on the steering wheel as he turned up the song on the stereo. It was Poison of course, he dabbled in hair metal occasionally.

Sam groaned and rubbed at his temples some more, "Let me catch a few hours of sleep before it gets light out."

Dean sighed as he turned it down, "You get one hour," he offered.

"Fine just…be quiet," Sam said as he closed his eyes.

Dean sighed once more but smiled as he drove along the long, dark road. These were the towns he loved driving through minus the risk of deer. He nearly hit one the other night and almost crashed poor baby.

. . .

"Yeah I heard you," Dean snapped, glaring at his brother.

"Then why didn't you listen?" Sam hissed as they drove back to the motel room. Dean really didn't want his little brother driving after cracking his head against a rock but Dean was kinda out of the game at the moment with one of his forearms broken to the point he could see the bone. His head was spinning and stomach twisting with nausea; lightheadedness was overtaking him as blood spilled all over his precious car despite the damn tourniquet. He tried to protect her with his jacket but it wasn't doing any good.

"Dean, ignore the damned seat and sit still," Sam growled, eyes narrowed as blood trickled down the front and side of his face. Dean could see his hair matted up with crimson.

"How hard did you hit your head?" Dean questioned worriedly because he was seeing unfocused pupils at the moment.

"I'm fine," Sam said, taking a deep breath, "I can at least make it back."

"Sam, you can't drive right now, you can barely see through the blood in your eyes," Dean sat up and cried out as the bones grinded together, causing more blood to seep and his head to spin.

"She is after us, Dean," Sam's panic was hitting Dean hard and it made him uneasy.

"We can do this," Sam nodded, attempting to wipe the blood from his forehead but all he did was smear it into his hair, using the blood like hair gel.

Dean couldn't help but laugh and he was wondering if maybe he was actually in shock.

Sam's eyes were frantic, "What…what is wrong?"

Dean just laughed some more, "we thought it was a damned werewolf," he chuckled.

Sam's lips twitched before he started to laugh with Dean as they kept on the road.

"Gosh, we friggen brought silver," Sam laughed, shaking his head.

"She was furious," Dean went on, "she wouldn't have attacked us if we didn't have silver," he stopped for a moment when the engine began to rattle and Sam slowed as he pulled to the side…right beside some cornfield in the middle of nowhere. Freaking thing was smart.

Once the engine cut, they sat in the car for a moment, staring around.

Sam froze when they heard a loud growl sound and a thump radiated right above their heads. Dean cringed when claws began to dig into the windows, shattering them as the steel bent and curled above them.

He honestly had no idea what to do at this point…the damned thing tore every weapon he had off of him and Sam both. He gripped the sides of the seat, cringing even more when the entire top of his car was torn off.

Instantly, they both jumped into action. Dean stood up, wincing as his arm sent waves of agony to roll through him. He glared at the dragon, her scales gleaming deep dark violet blue, lavender and pink, almost glowing in the moonlight. Her legs were muscular but dipped down into long and scaled claws. Long, black nails nearly curled around her toes and her arms were long and muscular, her shoulders forming up into long, arched and scaled wings, the insides of the cartlidge filled with a tattered and burned maroon inside. Her torso was long and lean as she curled her body around the Impala, her long, spaded tail brushing up against Dean's back, making him shudder.

Her head was long but wide with spikes running along the sides and horns wrapping around her head. Her eyes were focused on them, shining with a deep violet and purple glow. She bared teeth, layers of sharp fangs nearly the size of Dean's head. They were disproportionate to her body.

"Give me, give me or you die," the dragon growled, her voice radiating over them.

Sam stood up and held up his hands when she began to rear. She played with the hood of his car now and Dean whirled, "You bitch, this was my baby!"

The dragon reared, hissing, "Disrespect…and you don't even have wings," she sneered and her eyes narrowed as she bit down on the hood with a crunch.

Dean snarled, "I'm going to kill you."

She let out a laugh, "measly little thing," she turned her head to the side, "I will kill you," she reared back before Dean could even think, she threw a claw forward and grabbed him, dragging him closer to her body as her tail curled inwards.

For once in all his hunting life, he had no idea how to manage a monster…this was…ancient and unheard of. He thought he'd run into dragons before but they were nothing like this.

"Dean!" Sam shouted frantically, rushing forward but she used her tail to whip him back into the Impala.

Dean stared up at this large, reptilian creature that had such human eyes and expression. She was beautiful in shades of pink, purple and blue with some creamy white. He was stuck staring at the claws that wrapped around his body, though, threatening to tear him apart in one squeeze.

"Give me," she growled, dripping steaming drool over his face.

"Zatharia," Gabriel's voice suddenly drawled, "let him go."

Zatharia jumped back and pulled Dean closer, "He won't give me," she growled.

Dean stared at Gabriel in shock when the archangel blew out six massive wings and they were bigger than even the dragon's wingspan.

She snarled and Dean gasped when he was let go as she scurried back, wings dropping behind her.

"I'm sorry to do that Zatharia but these humans are important to me," Gabriel said slowly and Dean hurried to stand beside him. He turned to Dean, "check your pockets and wallet…anything with gold and give it to her…she will leave you alone after."

Dean felt his hand shake as he checked everything using one hand, finding a few gold coins and a gold medallion. He went to hand it to Gabriel but he shook his head and nodded to the dragon.

"What!" Dean hissed, "you want me to go to her?"

"Offer her that gold for your life," Gabriel told him and he was serious, "and make sure you say it."

Dean sighed and shook as he walked towards her with the gold outstretched in his hand, "I uh…I offer you this gold for my life," he felt stupid saying it but Zatharia stepped closer, head tilted as she leaned her head in to sniff at his hand. She then opened her mouth and Dean flinched but hesitated when her long, forked tongue rolled out to brush against his hand. He took a leap and turned his hand over to drop the gold onto the tongue

She gave a smile and a wink as she curled away from him, content with her eyes to Sam now.

"I offer you this gold for my life," Sam said, holding the golden katana from the trunk because that was the only thing gold they had at the time.

Dean wanted to argue because he loved that friggen sword but Sam's life was more important as much as it sucked.

Zatharia lit up with joy and rushed over, tearing the blade from Sam's hands, nearly giving him a heart attack but then she flew off happily.

"Holy crap!" Dean panted, "What the hell."

"See you met one of our four dragons," Gabriel said, shifting as four of the wings disappeared, leaving his wings to look like they normally did.

"I…what kind of dragon…that's like…Hobbit level," Dean could barely speak.

"Yeah, that's what I thought…they are as old as we are," Gabriel explained, "I'm not sure why she was so out in the open…they normally hide away on undiscovered islands."

Sam gaped, "She was…beautiful and terrifying."

"You two run into the craziest things," Gabriel shook his head, "I felt Za's presence and I should have figured I'd find you two."

Dean grimaced, "Did she have to break baby!" he shouted at the sky, "Bitch!"

"Dean, shut up," Sam hissed, glaring.

"She tore her apart," Dean frowned as he stared at the pieces the stupid dragon tore apart, "I like the other dragons better."

"Those are not real dragons," Gabriel shook his head, "those were Eve's attempt at one."

Gabriel pursed his lips and walked over, pressing a hand to Dean's shoulder; Dean sighed in relief at the feeling of his arm reforming and healing. The archangel leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss upon Sam's lips, healing him quickly. He then turned to stare around.

Gabriel examined the scene, "Did you know Michael was created a lot similar to dragons," he informed them.

Dean arched an eyebrow, "He looks nothing like a dragon…but…is that how he was able to burn Anna like that?"

Gabriel nodded, "Yes, that is a dragon ability."

"That's…kinda bad ass," Dean admitted because it had been pretty cool.

"Then dad realized how bad of an idea that was considering he had the ability to burn an angel up," Gabriel explained, "he realized this when Michael accidentally killed an angel by touching them. Poor Michael was freaked out about it…he refused to touch another angel for a long time."

Dean stared at the mess of baby again, "I am…so pissed right now."

"You are lucky to be alive," Gabriel pointed out, "your car getting damaged is a small price to pay."

"Will you fix her?" Dean asked.

"Mmm no sorry, keeping my powers on the down low today," Gabriel said, shrugging, "kinda…pissed Lucifer off so I don't really want him finding me."

"Oh gosh Gabe, what did you do?" Sam sighed, turning to his angel.

Gabriel pursed his lips, "gotta go," he said before thrashing his wings and vanishing.

Dean sighed and grabbed some pieces of the car, placing them in the back seat. There was no top left…it was like a damn convertible now and he was furious.

Sam was quiet as they climbed into their seats and Dean began to drive to Bobby's. Just his damn luck and Castiel was out for the week doing something in Avalon. He wasn't a big fan of those little tinks and his angel.

. . .

Dean paused, his stomach tightening when he stepped towards the garage to find the Impala…perfect. She showed no sign of damage and maybe even had a new paint job. He smirked, staring to see everything in place just as he left it…only they brought the Impala back to perfection. He saw the note that said, 'Hope this helps' on it.

He shook his head and smirked. He had no idea how Cas could manage to do this and get back to Avalon but it was impressive. He walked back into Bobby's house and fell back onto the couch.

Sam arched an eyebrow, "Um…you gonna get started on the car?"

"Already done," Dean smirked, "Someone zapped her back over night. She looks great so I'm not even pissed."

"Can Cas really get from Avalon to here that quickly?" Sam asked, knitting his eyebrows, "without tiring out?"

"Guess so," Dean shrugged, "who else would it be?"

"Where is Gabriel?" Lucifer was suddenly standing in the room, arms crossed over his chest.

Dean glared, "Hell if we know."

"He saved you from Zatharia," Lucifer pointed out simply, "where did he say he was going?"

"Why would we tell you?" Sam asked, shaking his head.

"I just want to talk to him," Lucifer said, leaning on the door frame, wings folded behind him and they were shining with brilliant crystal white light through the deep obsidian quills like shooting stars. More and more seemed to appear every time Dean saw the devil. Added in that he obtained a new vessel somehow, he now stood about the same height as Gabriel and maybe even skinnier with platinum blonde hair that was longer than Castiel's and it was choppy and messy, the back matted and spiked.

"I still think you look like you belong in Final Fantasy," Dean said, grinning.

Lucifer turned wintry eyes at him and they seemed to gleam with ice, "I could still end you with a snap."

"Not saying you can't," Dean said honestly.

"Just go, we aren't telling you anything," Sam shook his head, "I mean…did you really think we would?"

Lucifer sighed dramatically, "Fine," he said and then with a gust of wind, he was gone.

. . .

Dean smiled as he drove along one of the back roads in Jericho and he paused, "Sam, you remember this road?" he asked with a smirk.

Sam looked confused then grinned, "Oh my gosh, yeah I do," he mused, "this is the road with Constance, right?"

"Woman in white," Dean grinned, staring along it, "seems like so long ago."

"Right," Sam stared ahead, "things were so simple then…our biggest issue was finding dad and killing one demon."

Dean laughed, "Yeah, that's true," he shook his head as he went along the winding turns, enjoying the scene of leaves, "if only it stayed that way."

"Dean," Sam suddenly shouted and Dean focused to see headlights barrelling towards them. He quickly slammed on the horn and realized something was wrong as the pick up truck began to drive crookedly as though someone nobody was behind the wheel.

His heart pounded as he went for the side of the road but there wasn't enough time or space before they were hit and Dean's vision blacked out with the sound of crunching steel and shattering windows and a crack that almost made his eardrums pop.

He opened his eyes to find himself no longer in the car but lying over the hood of the Impala, partially crushed between the two vehicles. Smoke rose around him the engine definitely being cooked.

His head spun as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He could hear a shout and he turned to see Sam lying on the ground beside him, blood puddling from beneath him and Dean could see the river of it spilling from his torn leg; he could literally see a flap of skull hanging off the side of Sam's head.

"Dean?" Sam tried to stand but cried out with a crack as his leg snapped the rest of the way and blood began to nearly spray out. His eyes widened before he could see him unfocus as he tried to hold a hand over it.

"Sammy," Dean managed to choke out because he could see the light leaving his brother's eyes as he leaned back down onto the ground.

Dean ground his teeth as he tried to move and he realized half of his body was still in the car somehow and it was only his head that was being crushed against the pick-up truck. He arched his head, trying to make sense of what happened but the man in the other car had his head on the steering wheel and he was definitely dead already.

"It's time," Death was standing there and Dean's heart began to pound. He choked out, trying to reach out for Sam as Death leaned towards him.

At once, pain tore into him and Dean felt himself heave up a mouthful of blood and a sense of numb overtook him quickly as he watched Death place a hand on his brother before he was walking over. Dean just stared because he was dying and there was no coming back anymore. Death placed a hand on his shoulder and everything went dark.

. . .

Gabriel froze when he felt the suddenly lurch and disconnection to Sam like someone tore away the bond. His grace clenched in fear as he instantly fled, tracing the steps of the last location he'd seen them at. When he found nothing, he made his way to Bobby's house and they weren't there either.

"Where did they go?" Gabriel demanded of the elder hunter.

"They took off to a possible Wendigo in Maine, why? Can't you track them?" Bobby demanded and he seemed to sense Gabriel's concern.

"They won't answer my calls," Gabriel said, turning to the elder hunter, "try calling them."

'Gabriel, you need to see this,' Michael's voice hit Gabriel and it shook him.

Without a word, Gabriel fled to his brother only to find himself at the scene of a wreck. His grace chilled when he saw the Impala…crushed as it was, he knew that car inside out. Dean was lying halfway out the windshield, glass having cut entirely through his whole abdomen and part of his skull was crushed into the 69 pick was long dead, his soul even already taken from his body.

He didn't have to look far to find Sam's body on the pavement, his leg snapped cleanly right through the artery and if that didn't kill him first then the hunk of skull he was missing did. He frowned as he leaned down to place his hand over Sam's chest but his soul was long gone.

"The other driver is and was only human," Michael noted as he examined, knowing what it meant.

"They can't come back," Gabriel breathed, standing up because it was useless to stand around when Sam and Dean weren't actually there and sirens were nearing. He noticed a few other cars stopped nearby, one on the phone with the police.

Gabriel wasn't worried because neither of the angels were showing themselves.

"We need to contact Castiel," Gabriel said, trying to feel for where in Heaven his Sam was but he was cut off, "Why can't I feel Sam?"

"You can't?" Michael asked as he stared up.

"Can you sense Dean?" Gabriel was hopeful.

"I can but I don't know where in Heaven he is…only that he is there," Michael shifted.

"Do you think…" Gabriel took a deep breath, "that maybe I can't see him again?"

"It's a possibility so you don't bring him back," Michael told him seriously.

Gabriel sighed, "Do you think Sam is in Heaven?"

"You can see if Lucifer can sense him through their natural bond," Michael suggested and he was so impassive that Gabriel couldn't get a read on him.

"Castiel will likely show very soon without being able to sense Dean," Gabriel realized, "right?"

"He should sense Dean's death," Michael gave a nod and then paused and tilted his head as though he were listening in on something.

"Michael, what-" Gabriel was cut off as Michael took off before he could even blink.

Gabriel watched the ambulances appear and the medical personal began to try and revive any of the humans but all of them were gone, souls and all. He was going to bet that Death personally came to collect at least two of these souls.

. . .

When Dean opened his eyes, they were driving again but he realized he was fully aware of what just happened. He turned to Sam, who had the same look of shock on his face, pale as his eyes were straight ahead.

Dean stopped the car and found them in front of what he swore was the Garden.

"We are dead, aren't we," Sam breathed, turning to Dean with confusion, "What happened?"

"Car accident," Dean stared down, his stomach turning, "I…I don't think it was supernatural related at all."

Sam just knit his eyebrows, "So…this is it."

"This is it," Dean realized that he couldn't feel that strange bond with Castiel anymore. He felt completely alone inside his soul and it was somewhat cold and lonely.

"But…" Sam paused, "Seriously?"

Dean climbed out of the car and stepped towards the Garden and Sam followed close behind. It was only a few moments before they were back in the middle of it like the last time. Joshua stood before them, his expression warm as always, "I need to speak with you two."

Dean perked up in interest as did Sam as they both stared.

"God has an offer for you," Joshua spoke quietly, "this has never happened before, mind you so I might not have all the answers."

Dean lifted his eyebrows, "God has an offer?"

Sam's eyes were wide, "What is it?"

"You cannot be brought back to life," Joshua said slowly, "God says you can go to your Heaven together and be at peace for eternity with your loved ones…or you can choose to become Archangels."

"What?" Sam gaped.

Dean just blinked, "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Joshua asked sincerely, "you would take on the roles of Archangels, defenders of the human race."

"Or we can just go to our Heaven and just rest," Dean had no idea what to think.

"You must realize that in turn to choosing a permanent Heaven, you will no longer have connections to angels as you did on Earth," Joshua explained, "and you must realize as Archangels, you will be treated as the others do in Heaven. You will have responsibilities."

"I'll do it," Sam suddenly said.

"What!" Dean hissed, staring wildly at his brother, "you want to become an angel?"

"Dean, I'm not okay with sitting around a box in Heaven," Sam said honestly, "I'd rather be out on the battlefield, you taught me that."

"Yeah but you want to be a holy, righteous feathered chucklehead – no offense, your actually a cool angel – " Dean added quickly to Joshua, "Do you really think you can take orders from Michael or Lucifer?"

"I know I could if they meant something," Sam said honestly.

Dean knew for a fact he wouldn't, "This isn't something you should just jump into. What about your whole wanting to be at peace thing?"

"I can't sit back and leave the planet alone…not if there is any chance I can still be of help," Sam said honestly.

"You don't have much time," Joshua said, staring to Dean as Sam already came up with an answer.

"Well that's not fair," Dean complained, "of course I'm gonna choose what you do."

"You wouldn't choose a box in Heaven either as much as you are pretending to think about it," Sam shook his head, eyes serious, "don't try and blame it on me. Do you really think you could go on to some little piece of heaven and never see Cas again?"

"Yeah but Jo and Ellen…mom and Dad," Dean tried to cling onto something.

"The angels said it themselves…mom and dad aren't here…or at least nobody can find them," Sam argued.

"What exactly does becoming an archangel entail?" Dean questioned, "Do we have to like…stay up there?"

"As defenders of humans, you will spend most of your time upon Earth," Joshua explained, "you go on as you would but take care of orders when they come to you."

"What kind of orders?" Dean needed that specified, "is there some kind of contract to read over?"

"Dean," Sam sighed, "Heaven is a lot different than it used to be. There is no apocalypse."

"Your orders will never involve harming any human soul," Joshua specified, staring up, "you are out of time…either you go to your Heaven or become and Archangel of the Lord."

Dean glanced over to Sam but he could see his brother already made a firm decision so he nodded, "Yeah, guess I'm in."