I decided to make a start on my story that will contain some of season 14 in it. This is a sequel to One Time Deal please read that before reading this otherwise you're gonna have no idea what's going on.
Reminder when it says Michael I'm talking about our Michael but if it says AU Michael I'm talking about the Alternative Michael.
Let me know what you think :)
Jamil Hamed puts his praying mat down. He kneels down and begins praying. He sits up and looks ahead. Jamil froze. A man dressed in an old-fashioned suit sat in the chair.
The man looks down at Jamil.
"Hello, Jamil."
"Who are you?" Jamil asks.
"Oh, we've never met. But you've read all about me. How does it go?"
The man starts to speak Arabic. His eyes glow bright blue. Jamil's eyes widen with shock and amazement.
"You're God?"
"Close," His eyes return to normal "but not quite."
"Gabriel?"
"The other one. The better one."
"Michael."
"There we go."
"No, no, no, no." Jamil has lots of questions going through his head. How is the Archangel Michael here? Talking to him now. "Why are you here?" Jamil asks.
"Well, that is the question, isn't it? Why are we here?." The archangel rose from his seat. "I know why I'm here to ask you a question."
"What question?"
"The same question I've spent weeks traveling around this world asking all around this world asking all sorts of people. Holy men, leaders, killers. And now I come to you, Jamil Hamed. What do you want?
" What?"
"Do you want? Exactly. If you could have anything, name it."
"Peace. And love." Jamil answers without hesitation.
AU Michael looks at the man with disbelief.
"If you cared about peace, you never would have left Syria. You never would have ran and abandoned your friends to die and they did die."
"No."
"And if you cared about love," The archangel continued "you never would have gone into that broom closet with what was her name?."
Jamil's breathing starts to become shaky frightened on where AU Michael was going with this.
"No"
" Darlene? Your wife never would have left, and you wouldn't be living in this... rat hole."
AU Michael's eyes glow. Jamil suddenly went up in the air and gets thrown across the room. He lands on the floor with a groan. The alternative archangel approaches him. Jamil tries to back away his face full of fear.
"No!"
AU Michael pauses and looks down at the terrified man.
"And that's the problem with you. You're lost and not worth saving."
"Wha...Wha..." Jamil looks into the archangel's eyes and shakes his head "What do you want?"
"What I have always wanted."
AU Michael leans forward and grins.
"A better world."
It's been three weeks since Dean and Michael got sent to the Apocalypse World. Sam and the others have been doing everything they can to get them both back.
For the past three weeks. Sam has been tracking down the alternative Archangel. His been tracking the vessels AU Michael has left behind and cases that seemed out of the oridnary. So far it hasnt been going as well as Sam thought it would.
As time has gone on, Sam's hopes have started to drop but the others have not given up.
A case popped up in Atlanta and Sam decided to check it out. A couple of days later, the younger hunter arrives at the bunker after a long drive. He opens the door and walks in. Mary looks up and smiles at her son.
"Sam"
"Hey, Mom."
Sam walks down the stairs and gives his mom a hug.
"How was Atlanta?" Mary asks.
"It was, uh... It was a bust. The woman who claims she saw an "angel"... was..." He scoffed "Let's just say I think she had one too many hits of the brown acid, you know?"
"Sam, we're gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it's been three weeks since Dean..." She paused. She couldn't even being herself to say it "Something will break. It has to."
"Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that."
Sam lets out a yawn. It made Mary concerned.
"Have you slept? At all." She looks at her son's dark circles under his eyes and a beard that has started to form due to the lack of shaving recently. "Sam, you need to rest. Go and lay down."
"Mom. I'm fine."
"But Sam..."
"Mom." Sam cuts her off giving her the look to say drop it.
Mary frowns but decides to let it go for now. One of the hunters approach the pair holding a bowl of soup.
"Chief."
Sam gives a small smile.
"Hey."
The hunter smiles back.
"Good to have you back."
He hands Sam the bowl. Sam takes it and nods
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me yet. Word is we got some vamps heading East on I-90. Gipsy types. Picking off truckers mostly."
"Last body got drained and dropped just outside La Crosse six hours ago." Another hunter adds.
"Okay. Um... All right. Get me teams of two. I want watch points every 50 miles. If you see something, say something. Maggie, can you hack the traffic cams on the freeway?"
Maggie shakes her head looking puzzled.
"Um... no."
"Right. Right. Of course. Sorry. Um, I got it. Thank you." Sam hands his bowl to Mary and clears his throat "Uh, please. Would you call in Sharon and her crew? We're gonna need all hands on deck here."
"Yes, sir." One of the hunters shout out.
"Thank you."
The younger Winchester sits down and starts typing on the laptop. Mary approaches him again having another go to try to get through to him.
"Sam."
"I'm good." He says his eyes not leaving the screen.
Mary places her hand on his trying her best to comfort him.
These last few weeks have been tough for Sam. Mary has tried to step as her role as a mother to be there for her youngest and do everything she can to track down AU Michael and get the rift open to bring Dean home.
She wants to make things right this time. Not make anymore mistakes. She understands the Sam and Dean she once knew are gone. They are not little boys anymore, they are grown men. Mary has started to accept this new lifestyle and hopes when her eldest returns home, they can start to be a family again and build trust and relationships with one another. Most of all prevent the bond from breaking. They are stronger together Dean will need his mother, brother and closet friends after the experience his been through. Mary will make sure she is there for him when the time comes.
"Sam." Mary repeats.
Sam looks at his mother's comforting expression.
"Mom. I'm good. I really am."
"Dean is going to come back." She said her tone sounding confident. "You maybe skeptical about it but I'm positive about this. You may know your brother more than I do but I do know one thing, that Dean is a fighter and he will not let either Michael win. I'm telling you something is going to happen. I know I been wrong about a lot of things but this I'm not wrong about this. "
Sam stares at his mom. Mary has been going on for weeks that Dean will return but this is the first time she's been really open about it. Really showing how certain she is. Again Sam dismisses it. The Winchesters rarely had good luck. The thought of Dean coming home safe and alive sounded almost like a dream. A dream that Sam felt would never come true.
He wished his mom would stop living in a fantasy and accept that Dean is probably gone and Michael now owns the vessel or worse they both could be dead.
He stands up taking the laptop with him.
"I'll be in my room." He says.
Mary sighs as she watches her son go off. She just couldn't get through to him. He has become negative. Being negative does not help anyone or themselves. Mary wants to take him out of the dark place his in. By doing that she's going to prove that good things can happen. One of those things is getting Dean out of the other world and reuniting him with his brother. Bringing the brothers back together.
Dean is fine. I know he is. We are going to bring him back. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow but one day my son will be return.
Deep in the woods was a thing so horrifying it looked like it was something from a horror movie.
The creature had big, bright yellow eyes, brown fur all its body and ridiculously long claws that sprouted from its feet and hands. The thing had its hands out with its fingers curled inwards making its self appear menacing and dangerous.
Something goes up the creature's nostrils causing the monster to stop in its tracks. It sniffs trying to find where the scent was coming from.
It came from its left.
The monster goes into the bushes keeping its head down and started creeping towards the heavenly smell.
The scent got stronger more powerful. It was so wonderful the creature started drooling. It stopped when its eyes set on where the smell was coming from.
Standing in the snow was a human. A man and he had his back to the bushes so he couldn't see the predator that stared at him with hunger in its eyes.
The monster raises its claws and goes down. The creature leaps out of the brushes going high in the air. It plunges down with its claws out ready to strike.
The man looks up at the creature before vanishing in mid-air. The monster lands on all fours and looks round with confusion wondering where its meal went.
The man reappears and stabs the monster from behind. The creature lets out a cry. The man pulls the sliver blade out of the chest causing a tremendous amount of blood to pour out. The monster screams with agony and turns to face its enemy.
The monster let out a howl and raises its claw but the man raises his knife and slashes the creature's neck. Blood went down like a waterfall and the monster drops down to its knees its hands wrapped around its neck.
It gives the human one last look before going forward falling face first into the snow.
The man gets out a cloth and wipes the blood of his knife.
"Another werewolf." The man says as he places the weapon into his jacket pocket.
"That's the second one we crossed today" A voice said in the man's mind.
"In the same area."
"There must be a pack near by."
"Which needs to be eliminated. Question is why are they not hunting together?."
I don't know. I thought they would stay together to protect themselves from the Angels. Maybe they think hunting alone they might cover more ground. Have a higher chance on finding food."
"Guess that makes sense."
The voice sighs.
"Hey um...did you feel anything come through? Any of your powers...Grace?"
The man shakes his head
"I'm afraid not Dean." He answered in his mind.
"Damm it Michael. Its been weeks now."
"I told you Dean. It takes a long time for my Grace to restore itself. However, I do not feel as weak as I was when I first came here. At least that's a good thing." The archangel looks up at the sky. "Its getting late. We gotta take shelter." He looks round, his eyes squinted. "I can't sense any angels. We can stay in the cave where we were last night."
"Yeah." Dean says with a sad sigh.
Its been three weeks since Dean and Michael have been sent to the other world. Since the Angels found out about Michael, the archangel has been on the run and he has never stopped running.
There are times Michael had a bit of energy to fly to places buying himself time to escape from the murderous angels but his Grace still remained low so he couldn't fight back.
The Archangel has being relying on his vessel's hunter instincts to get him through this world. Michael and Dean's skills combined has given great advantage to them both. The team work is what has kept them both alive.
Dean did sometimes ask for control but Michael refused. The archangel swore that his staying in control until the other Michael is dead but also Michael felt scared to give up control. He has lost his powers so he feared something might happen if he handed Dean over the control. Michael did not want to sit back while Dean did all the fighting. That's not who he is.
angels are not the only problem, the monsters have also caused trouble for the duo. It was only weeks ago, Michael got barely got out of the cave full of vampires.
He sees his reflection in the frozen puddle. The cut that the vampire did to his cheek has healed up leaving a long, red line.
The archangel enters a cave as night started drawing in. He sits down in the darkest area so monsters wouldn't be able to see him. If Michael wasn't low in Grace he would be traveling day and night. But being low in power has caused human emotions to rise in the archangel. He now experiences hunger and exhaustion. It didn't help because his vessel had a right appetite on him it made his hunger worse.
Michael hated these feelings, they made him feel weak. He is supposed to be the most powerful archangel in History yet here it was all weak, tired and hungry for a burger. Yes Michael blames Dean on that part.
"Your craving for it again aren't you?"
"You started it." Michael shakes his head. "Argh almost every memory I'm looking at its you eating. It's really not helping."
"Then don't look at it."
"I can even feel your hunger. It's so loud."
Sorry."
Michael scolded and leans against the wall with his arms folded. The sky is for once clear with stars shining bright. Michael looks admiring the view. At least there is one thing that the other Michael hasn't destroyed.
Every time Michael thought of the alternative archangel he felt enraged. All he could think about it is Gabriel's body lying there lifeless. All Michael wanted to do was kill the bastard and make sure he has a slow, painful death.
"Michael?" Dean says feeling the archangel's anger. "That douchebag is not gonna survive for long. When we get out of here, we'll find a way to end him. You will get your revenge for what he did to Gabriel."
Michael says nothing and continues looking at the stars.
"He has to die." Michael says out loud. "I want to be the one who does it. I may not be able to kill him now but I will. The time will come when he has to pay for what his done."
He looks at one specific star that was the biggest of them all.
"All we gotta do is be patient."