Chapter Eight

Emily was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, eating chocolate chip cookie dough while Aurora and Dean made a pie. Zoey was asleep already, exhausted, and Sam was in the bookstore, looking for something about pregnancies. Dean had his arms around Aurora's waist, leaning just a little too close to her for Emily's comfort. But, as she opened her mouth to say something, Michael, Castiel, and Gabriel appeared in the doorway. "Trying to make some more babies?" Gabriel smirked, cackling when Dean jumped back from his girlfriend.

"Go away you arch-moron." Dean retorted, opening the oven to put the pie in.

"No can do, kid." Gabriel jumped up on the other side of the bowl and began to help Emily eat the cookie dough. "Like 'em?" He fluttered his wings, grinning at her knowingly.

She nodded. "They're gorgeous, Gabe. Very fitting for you, but, I like Michael's better." Michael joined them, taking a seat on the other side of her. "So, how was your heavenly family meeting?"

"The usual. Dad rewarded those who fought against Metatron, punished those who fought with him, and made a new rule about breaking into Cupid's office to help people find their true love."

Gabriel snickered and Castiel, standing beside the counter, looked guilty. Michael, however, smiled. Emily jumped down, placing the bowl in the fridge. "See you two dodo lovebirds later." Emily laughed and went to her room.

"I'm not a dodo bird, midget!" Dean called after her, annoyed.

She rolled her eyes, shimmying out of her jeans and shirt as Michael came in, sitting on her bed. "So," she asked, unfastening her bra and pulling on one of Sam's old Stanford shirts, "what's the deal with this angel mate thing?"

"It's been so long since this happened that all I can do is guess, because asking Dad would be awkward." He laughed, pulling her down beside him. "I do know, after their relationship is consummated, the human can see angels' wings, and that a small fraction, probably a drop or so, of the angel's grace remains in the human. It forges a powerful, unbreakable connection between the two, similar to the bond between Castiel and Dean, I assume."

"So, what? I'm going to turn into an angel?"

"Not yet, but when you die, you will, or so I've heard." Michael leaned back against the headboard, his fingers ghosting over her sides.

"Interesting." She, straddling him, rested her head on his shoulder. "When do I get to meet the man upstairs?"

"He already knows about us, so whenever he decides to come down and introduce himself." Michael said nonchalantly. "He is God, after all."

Emily didn't reply, her lips were on his neck, leaving her mark. "What's to stop you from leaving me?" Emily's voice was quieter. "I mean, I am going to get old and wrinkly and you'll stay like this."

He tipped her chin up, forcing eye contact. "Emily Winchester, don't ever say that again. You're stuck with me for eternity because I'm not leaving you. I'll always come back to you. I love you; I think I've loved you from the moment you let me in your apartment without hesitation."

"But sooner or later, something's going to go wrong, Michael. It always does." She insisted. "True love doesn't exist. You could've probably slept with any number of girls and they'd be able to see your wings too."

"Emily, you were fine with this yesterday. What's going on?"

"I was half-asleep when you sprung this soul mate crap on me." She snapped, sounding too much like Dean for her liking. "Look, Michael, I haven't had good experiences with love and you-"

He kissed her suddenly, making her shut up. "I know. But you've got to trust me."

"Winchesters hardly trust each other, what makes you think I'm going to trust someone else, especially an archangel?" Her eyebrow raised and he let a laugh slip through. "What?"

"Are you sure you're not Dean's twin?" Emily's bitch face cleared up that argument and he coughed. "Emily, I know what happened in high school and I understand your resentment toward love, but-is there any way I can prove my trustworthiness and that I'm not making the soul mate thing up?"

Before she could respond, Gabriel appeared in her room, a piece of parchment in his hand. "Lovers' quarrel, huh?" He smirked.

"Gabriel, go away."

"Wait." Michael gently pushed her off his lap and grabbed the parchment from Gabriel. "You're the one who broke into Cupid's office? For what, exactly?"

Gabriel sat down at the end of her bed, his wings spread out and a sucker in his mouth as usual. "To bring more love into the world or Winchester family, but really, what's the difference?" He shrugged, popping the sucker out of his mouth. "You're welcome, Michael."

"For what?" Michael asked, distracted by the paper in his hands.

"For getting your ass to New Orleans. It wasn't easy, but I bribed Castiel with helping me with Mission: Winchester, or at least, the last two."

Emily impatiently got up and peered at the parchment. Her name, at the bottom, was linked to Michael's. "You weren't lying?"

"No, Emily."

"Oh." She sat back down on the bed, avoiding his eyes.

"Gabriel, are you telling me you and Castiel are responsible for Sam and Dean's love life?"

"It was all me with Sammy, although, I almost gave up until that idiot wizard got involved. As for Dean, Cas couldn't let his favorite pet go without a girl, either."

"And? Why'd you get involved with mine?" Emily demanded.

"For kicks." He grinned. "I knew you being an angel's mate would piss Dean-o off."

"You changed this?" Emily could tell Michael was struggling to keep his temper in check.

"No! I tried, and I couldn't." Gabriel said honestly. "So, I'll take that back and leave. Nighty night." He winked and disappeared.

Emily carefully wound her arms around her angel. "I'm…oh fuck it." She kissed him, hard.

He kissed her back, pinning her on the bed. When her fingers brushed his wings, he moaned, grinding his hips into hers. "Oh, I will." He whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.