December 15th 2013

Dean stepped out of the house into the cold night winter air. The farm was quiet at night, which Dean always enjoyed. He made his way toward the barn. The one that his Pa had said never under any circumstance what so ever go in. But he had to see. He just had to. Dean took out his inhaler and took a breath. Dean had asthma for about 3 years now, and boy was it a pain.

Yesterday Micheal, his fathers archangel who Deans Pa had said never to go near without him, had won the big race that the grown ups called "Raised from Perdition." Dean had watched it on T.V. He had seen how his father had soured with Michael around the race track, Deans heart had soured with them. Deans Pa had said they were staying out here on the small farm in the middle of no where to have some privacy away from the press.

The race contained distance, speed and ability. Dean wrapped his bathrobe tighter around him close as the wind picked up. The only sound in the dead night was the wind and Dean's cruchy footsteps through the snow. When he arrived at the barn doors he hesitated. John said he would be able to go in there when he was older, but he couldn't yet since he was only ten years old.

But could one little peak hurt? No one would ever know. He wasn't hurting anyone. He just longed to see those milk white feathers that could look so fluffy and soft and yet turn sharp and rough.

Dean made up his mind and unlocked the barn door with the key Dean had swiped out of his fathers bed stand. He then stepped inside.

The barn was warm. They didn't have any animals though. Just the angel should be in here somewhere. Dean closed and locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket.

Dean knew that there was a blood trend to bond the angel and his rider. They had to be coresponding bloodlines that went back generations.

That is why Michael would let Dean ride him right? At least once.

Dean heard light foot steps behind him.

When he turned around he was met with Michael. His wings flaring up gloriously behind him almost touching the rafters of the barn. The pure white was as white as the snow outside. Michael had no match in beauty. The feathers were sharp looking and fine, Michael rose the grand wings higher to make himself seem even bigger then he already was which was what angels did when they felt threatened. Michael already towered over Dean when he was just acting casual but now he looked terrifying.

Dean backed up. Michael had blocked the barn door with his towering figure, blocking off Deans escape route. Why did he lock the door?

This had to be the stupidest thing Dean had done yet, he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid.

Michael stood still as a stone, his eyes searching and calculating Deans moves.

Maybe Dean could reason with the angel.

"Michael..." Dean whispered.

He found he was shaking in terror, his Pa had warned him that if he ever got an angel, to not show any fear and to be the one in control. Right now this was not the case. Michael had all the power here.

A deep growl protruded from Michaels throat, which caused Dean to shake more.

He was to afraid to move, and he did the stupidest thing he could do. He froze.

Michael looked at him like prey and then Michael leaped at him, it was so silent and terrifying, the whole thing playing out in slow motion.

Michael was over Dean now, Deans throat in his mouth, ready to bite down and break his neck. Michael held Deans hands pinned to the floor and was sitting on his small chest. Dean didn't move a muscle, except for the shaking and the tears that ran down his face in terror. Michael's teeth were removed from his throat and Michael moved down and bit Deans arm enough to break the skin. Dean shouted out immeditly in pain, even know it wasn't a bite to kill, it caused Dean to start to panic. Michael seemed to hum in contentment at the taste of his blood then looked Dean in the eyes.

"You are Johns offspring." It stated looking confused.

But Dean couldn't answer because he felt his air ways tighten, his chest constrict so tight it was painful. He tried breathing but it came out a choked off wheeze.

"Please...My Asthma...please...off"

Michael cocked his head to the side confused.

"What is your Asthma?"

Michael asked curiously getting off Deans chest.

Even know Michael was off Deans chest he was still having an asthma attack.

He reached into his bathrobe looking for his inhaler.

Dean felt himself panic.

His inhaler wasn't in his pocket.

He must have dropped it outside in the snow.

Dean full on panicked now trying to get up but quickly sat back down coughing and wheezing.

Michael sat and watched curiously from a distance.

Dean felt his face go sweaty.

"Please...please...Pa...Asthma..." He wheezed as he laid down on the floor that was filled with hay looking at Michael.

Dean was sprawled out on the floor now, his little chest moving up and down quickly in short little pants.

Michael got up and paced around the little humans body.

It is so small for a human. It must be a baby human, his mind supplied.

This put Michaels mind less at ease. The baby was acting strange. The baby was obviously in distress. It kept saying Asthma but Michael had not clue what that was.

"You are a baby human?" Michael new his English wasn't very good, John always scolded him because of it.

The baby human glared at him with big green eyes. Michael just wondered what he said wrong.

Michael hoped he hadn't hurt the baby human. John would be most displeased by that. If he did he didn't mean to, he did not know who's baby human it was, and therefore felt threatened, but when he tasted it was Johns, that meant it wasn't a threat.

But now the baby looked like he was in a lot of pain and distress, letting out little pained sounds as he laid limb on the floor.

Michael would go get John, but the door was locked and the baby looked to be in a lot of pain. Michael could hear his heart rate had jumped and its breathing rapid. It looked pale and in a fragile state.

Michael kneeled next to it and picked it up and rocked it, looking to give any type of comfort he could. His hands really were tied. The baby human looked frustrated. Michael new how to comfort babies. He had just sired an off spring about 10 years ago with Anael who had died during giving birth to his sire, who he named Castiel, who was now only God knew where. John had told him that he was in training and that Michael had to keep his eye on the ball, not think about taking care of baby.

The babies lips were turning blue now, which defiantly meant something was wrong.

"Is the baby human cold?" Michael felt so bad not knowing what to do in a situation like this. He looked cold, shaking, lips turning blue...

The baby shook its head and Michael felt worst for not being able to figure this out.

"Did I hurt you? Michael asked concerned.

The baby considered how to respond then nodded its small head.

Now Michael felt devastated. Was the baby going to die?

"No fear little one, babies go to heaven when they die." Michael said softly but the babies face just looked horrified.

Michael fell asleep with the baby pressed against his chest and wings around the the tiny body to at least keep it warm.