Disclaimer: Supernatural and Hush, Hush do not, unfortunately belong to me.
The Supernatural timeline is relevant up until Season Six because I haven't seen it. And for the sake of my sanity, instead of all this happening several years into the future, it's happening present day.
This story is for my friend Danielle who fangirls with me about Supernatural.
Distant Hearts
Prologue
"Still trying to make merry with the Winchesters?"
Michael smiles. "Naturally. Care to chat?"
Arielle places herself on the end of the bench, hesitant to be too near the Archangel.
"It's wonder you haven't gone mad ."
Michael nods and he lets his eyes wander the park for a moment. The humans seem genuinely happy to be feeding pigeons and watching their offspring run about. It's almost like they have forgotten all the strife.
Even the father toward the back of the park , the father who has seen too much over the years, the father that has endured much more than some angels, seems radiant as he pushes his daughter on the swings. Each time the child squeals in delight and each time he smiles.
Over the years Michael has grown to admire Dean Winchester. Or maybe he just appreciates the evolution of people.
Four years prior, Dean was still a bachelor, still reckless, and still a hunter. It was girls, drinks, and guns all day and every day. He happened to fall for a little more than looks when he met Giselle. The square jawed blonde was a bit more grounded than the whores he'd been sweeping up. Maybe Giselle reminded him of Jo or maybe there was something else. But either way, Dean had married the girl and started a family. He seems to be grounded as well.
"Feeling sentimental?" Arielle laughs.
"Hardly."
"Well I guess you don't have the time, what with the mess you have to clean up."
Michael sighs. "Which one?"
"The fallen angels in Maine."
Both of them twitch with the thought of tearing out another's wings. Michael has only had to do so once before, with an angel named Anna. If stripping just one angel was enough to make him cringe, Michael could only imagine what a task of many would be like. At times he wished he could kill them and be done.
"Is that why you need the girl?" Arielle asks, nodding towards the three year old on the swing.
Michael nods. "It's no use approaching Dean. I'll just have to be a little innovative with getting to her."