Homecoming

Rating: R

Pairing: Michael!Dean/Lucifer!Sam

Michael's POV.

Author's Note 1: Sammael is supposedly Lucifer's name before The Fall. It goes well with Sammy.

Author's Note 2: This is, like, the shortest and weirdest thing I've ever written. Be gentle with reviews.

I can feel him, strong inside of me as I am inside of him. His body begs for air, for just a little bit more oxygen that will keep his weak, beautiful human body alive for seconds longer. It's up to me to grant it to him; my decision, my will is life or death, breath or stillness over this man and I wield it readily. I can choose to let up the pressure, let his lungs expand or deny him it for just a little longer. It won't kill him; me resisting. I can keep him alive without such trifle human needs.

But I fold, and allow him a simple breath. His mind, soul and spirit relax against me, trusting one again with the knowledge that I will never cause him harm, be it temporary or unintentional. I will do everything in my power and more to make sure this man is never harmed again. His blood will never be shed, tears will never fall, for I am with him. Now and forever.

He can't run from me. He doesn't want to run from me. Not anymore; not now. Now that he's given me his permission, allowed this relationship to exist between us – though to him it is taboo and only to be considered under grave circumstances – I have the control now. I control everything; when he blinks, when he laughs and smiles and loves and kills. He gave me control willingly and now I have bound him, and he is mine.

Sam is not so easily put down. I can see pain on the younger Winchester's face as my brother fights against that human's strong mind and blood-strengthened soul. There is such love between these two and those two, and they all love so unconditionally…it is their downfall.

Sometimes – and this is a sin, I know – I envy that. To love so much, so fiercely, that you will do absolutely anything, everything for a person, for they are everything, and without them you are nothing. The only person I ever allowed myself to feel that way for, apart from my ever-loving Father, stood across from me now, and was no different than when I struck him down millennia ago.

"Lucifer…" His body – his stolen, borrowed, given body – is exactly the same, for it's not the muscle and flesh and bone and blood I feel, but the Grace and the love and the ever-burning, ever-present light that is my most beloved brother…And it hasn't changed. Dark, twisted? No; the Morningstar burns more brightly than ever, drawn in by the promise of companionship from those that he loves and those that love him. Sam Winchester has been good for him; wearing his body has changed my brother for the better.

"Michael…" He pushes again, against my Grace, Lucifer and Dean fighting on opposing poles; one for dominance, the other for freedom, and I relent to one of them only. Which one? My Brother, of course…Dean can feel Sam through him and I, and we allow the Winchesters to come together and bask in each other in the safety of their minds.

I swear, from Lucifer and I no two brothers have loved each other more than these.

Sam Winchester's body fits against Dean's like a puzzle; a perfect fit to an imperfect design, and we crash together. Free-fall, it's like flying, being so close to so many relations that love each other so dearly. I can see why my Brothers and Sisters fall for them, fall to be them. Heat and warmth and light that could rival that of Heaven is everywhere in this room. Thousands of wings, hundreds of thousands surround us, encasing and caressing and loving and learning, relearning these new bodies that we will be inhabiting in the centuries to come.

Sam… Dean presses again, and the force of it makes the body I live in now thrust, buried deep inside the heat. Lucifer moans and bucks up, hands tangled in the too-short hair of my vessel, baring the neck of his. A symbol of trust that Dean recognizes, for he pushes again and our combined wills find us sinking our teeth into our Brothers' neck, and we drink the lifeblood that is enhanced with Grace and there are no words, no words whatsoever that can describe these feelings.

Dean… Lucifer…he knows his vessel, and he wants and he presses. Darkness and light surround us in equal measure and it's too much, almost; blood and life and light and Grace and I didn't know a human body could withstand so much.

There's a writhe to our motions now, two sets of Brothers and two sets of hearts that will and love and force us all together. I'm powerless, for the first time in my existence, to stop the feelings and the sensations, and if this means my Brother pulls me under and I spend forever surrounded by his light in the never-ending darkness, I shall take up the blade upon myself without a thought.

He's close, and so am I. Sam and Dean are so intertwined as to become one, separated only through the relative boundaries of human flesh. Lucifer writhes beneath me, a slave to me almost as much as Dean is, and through him, Sam. I control all of them now and the power high is such a rush that I almost go over the edge.

Father, I've missed my brother. I've missed the way he moans for me and only me, the way I can reach out and touch the feathers and wings that have seen many years of neglect, and even before The Fall were unreached by all expect me and Father himself…those pairs, two out of thousands, that no one had ever touched but me. I want to explore him all again. I want him by my side again.

"Lucifer, brother…my brother…" I withdraw our mouth from their neck and kiss them, our lips tainted with their blood and they taste like sin. Sam, Lucifer, Brothers…Dean and I love you…We love you. "Come home with me," we whisper against their lips, their skin, breathing the words like Enochian runes on their strong jaw and over their throbbing pulse. They shudder and moan and clench at us, trying to cause pain, to give us a reason to hate them…We will never hate them.

"Come home with me, with us. Brothers, come home." And I'm begging. We're begging, Dean and I, with all we have. We just want our Brothers home with us. "Please…" A sharp thrust, another bite, another kiss and lick and another murmur of love, and they are ours. Right from the moment we witnessed their birth and their Fathers brought them home, they were ours.

"Michael…" And beneath his voice there is an underlying plea of 'Dean'…I know what they ask of us…They want forgiveness, they want reconciliation. It is not in my power to give, not anymore…but they are forgiven by us anyway. I do what it is not in my power to do and I welcome them home as they shudder and clench and whine beneath us, a hand closing around engorged flesh until he jerks and they're coming, crying out our names, love burning bright in Grace and soul.

If there was ever a time to love and forgive, this was it.

"Sammael…" Sammy… Hazel eyes flicker open, lock with green and I feel him Grace-deep. Lucifer pushes, Sam pulls and the four of us are one for a brief, heart-breaking and earth-shattering moment, and I am overwhelmed, releasing inside of our younger Brothers and there's no room for anything but us, here.

It's the first time we've used those names in a while. Now it's all they'll ever be called.

"Sammael…" Sammy… I brush the curtain of hair away, exposing a sweaty, flushed face, and he's so warm underneath me, and I feel like my wings could shatter with the amount of love I feel for our Brothers and my vessel right now… I wrap him in my largest wings, a cocoon of gold and mercy and pull him close. Steel, stormy-cloud grey wings unravel against mine. "…Welcome home."