Apologies for a couple of swear words but everyone is a bit upset!
So Not An Angel! by DeansBabyBird
Chapter 25 Hello Mikey!
Sam watched in cold dread the events as they unfolded before him. He struggled unsuccessfully to rise as Belial fled his temporary host and Jo's vacated body crumpled to the floor. She fell not far from where he sprawled, her lax body kicking up plumes of the soft, red earth as she tumbled to land next to Bobby's prostrate form.
The tiny figure lay shockingly still and pale and Sam pushed on kitten weak arms, trying to move to her to see if she still lived. However, Belial's touch had left him so drained that he could barely find the strength to raise his head, let alone go to her aid.
Tears of frustration tracked through the dirt on his face as he turned his head toward his brother, pleading for Dean's help with the huntress. But his brother was in no better shape than he, worse if anything. The elder Winchester lay on his side, eyes squeezed tightly shut and his head flung back in pain, as he clutched at his injured shoulder.
Sam's head fell weakly back to the soft earth, terror pervading his body where energy should have been, knowing that they were entirely at Belial's mercy.
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Michael howled in agony as the daemon invaded his defenceless body, violating wantonly as it gleefully possessed him again. The familiar disgust that he had suffered for all the years that Belial had governed him returned instantly, flooding him with revulsion and stark helplessness.
His torment was heightened still further by the look of terrified recognition marking Dean's face as he writhed on the floor, his hand pressed to his throbbing shoulder, and the expression of abject abandonment on Uriel's pale face. The daemon smiled, seeing the perverse similarity between angel and hunter and revelling in the pleasure their shared pain would lend him.
"Ah! That's better."
Belial quirked Michael's reluctant lips into a smile as he flexed his way into the familiar flesh of his long-known host, shrugging on the angel's skin as if it were a comfortable old coat.
"The girl was an interesting host but this is far more befitting of me. Feels almost like coming home."
The daemon rolled his head experimentally on Michael's strong shoulders, smiling as he felt the disciplined body move according to his bidding.
"It is nice to feel some divine strength again."
He looked to the crumpled form of the fallen huntress as he spoke, eyeing her still body with contemptuous, obsidian eyes.
"Let me go to her, Belial. Please!"
Raphael strained against the daemon's bonds as Michael laughed at his request.
"Raphe, Raphe! Always worrying about these insignificant little specs of humanity. "
He made his way menacingly towards the healer angel as he spoke.
"Forget her."
The healer angel reared back as his brother's face thrust into his own.
"In a few moments you will have far more than her fate to worry you!"
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Dean's shoulder was aflame with renewed agony and he writhed, helplessly in the dirt, clutching his arm in towards his hitching chest, trying to minimise the movement that made him sick to his stomach. He was pretty sure that the joint was dislocated again, if the sickening grinding was anything to go by, but daren't flex his shoulder enough to be certain as he knew the added pain might push him beyond his fragile limit and he would pass out. Attractive as that prospect of oblivion was at this particular moment, he knew that it would do no one any good. If he was gonna help put Belial away once and for all he needed to hang on to his tenuous grip on consciousness.
He concentrated on controlling his breathing, slow and even, pushing down the pain and nausea until he could draw in enough oxygen to open his eyes without the world greying out. However, when he did the sight that greeted him was not a comforting one.
Sam was still lying helplessly on the ground, his energy sapped by the daemon's unnatural touch and Dean could see that he, too, had barely the strength to breathe, let alone be of any help. His pain-dilated, green eyes found his brother's, a wealth of questions transferring wordlessly between then in a single, familiar glance.
'Sam. Are you alright? No...No energy...bastard daemon drained me dry! You? How bad are you hurt? 'M'fine, Sam...Like crap you are, Dean! Is your shoulder out again? Dunno, Sam. Doesn't matter anyway...where's Belial?'
Sam's eyes took him to Jo, collapsed on the floor, still and unmoving and Dean knew as soon as he saw her that the daemon had abandoned her. Oh god, where had the sonofabitch moved to? Who of Dean's companions had the creature taken now for his vessel? He raised his gaze, the irony of déjà vu almost making him laugh were it not for the sudden fear gripping his heart, as his wide green eyes settled in abject horror on the imposing figure of the archangel Michael.
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Belial looked through Michael's eyes into Raphael's gentle, grey gaze and the healer angel wept bitter tears knowing that his honourable, courageous brother was once again violated by the corruption of the daemon.
"Let him go..."
Raphe's voice was soft with emotion, but the daemon was indifferent to his plea. His laughter filled the air as he smiled maliciously.
"Oh, does it hurt you, Raphe? To know that he is my pawn once again? That I can make him do my bidding and he is powerless to stop me?"
He turned to look at Raguel as he spoke. The powerfully built angel was still pinioned against the rattling gates to hell and the huge being growled furiously in his ethereal bonds as Michael observed him.
"Don't, Belial. Please..."
The plea hung on Raphael's lips as Michael flexed his finger. Raguel's shoulders peeled from the hot metal of the gates as his upper body was drawn forward by the daemon's irresistible power.
"No... Raguel, look out!"
Raphe's cry was drowned out as Michael flicked his wrist contemptuously and Raguel's head clanged back viciously against the hot iron. A tight groan escaped the angel's lips as he lost consciousness, slumping to the floor, blood flowing from the gaping wound to the back of his head.
"You bastard!"
Uriel's voice held nothing but rage for the unprovoked actions of the daemon but his angular face was contorted by the excruciating pain from his wrecked knee.
"Let him go, you fucker! Get out of him! Get your filthy..."
Belial's blow was savage and swift, back-handing Uriel across the cheek, silencing him as blood ran from his split lip as he struggled against the daemon's restraint. The daemon delighted in the look of shock on the smaller being's face.
"Watch your blasphemous tongue, Uriel, or your big brother may just have to smack you around a little more."
Michael's face loomed in close to the smaller being, danger oozing from his words as Uriel bit his tongue.
"It's your fault that you're beloved Michael is in this position again."
The words stung at Uriel and his face betrayed the shame and anger he felt. Within his angel host, Belial delighted in the other's pain.
"Yes, Uri. All your fault that darling Mikey has a big bad daemon riding him hard again. If you'd been strong enough to keep me in Tartarus in the first place, as was your duty, then none of this would have happened. But you weren't, were you? I must admit, I'm very glad to say…Nor could you and your brothers bind me successfully, could you? So it's all down to you that I'm out and playing meat-suit puppets with your beloved Michael all over again."
Belial leaned in close, his face hovering only inches from Uriel's, his breath hot on the angel's cheek.
"How does that make you feel, angel? Just a little impotent?"
"Fuck you!"
Uriel spat the words passionately, vehemently, and Michael reared back to dodge the spittle that flew from the angel's lips. Uriel's defiance angered the daemon and he lashed out again, cracking his head to the side, widening the split in the diminutive angel's lip and rattling his teeth in his head.
"You should watch your tongue, if you want to keep it, boy."
Belial's voice was low and full of menace as he stepped back from the tethered angel and appraised him coolly once again. Uriel hung powerless in his ethereal grip, his back pressed against the side of the SUV, his ruined leg buckled beneath him, the knee canted at a painfully unnatural angle. Sweat beaded his brow, giving his pale face an unhealthy sheen. His hands were fisted at his sides, his rage contained only by the daemon's bonds.
Uriel hawked the blood from his mouth, spitting it into the dust at his brother's feet.
"Let me go, you son-of-a-bitch and I'll give you more than my tongue to watch."
Belial smiled to see the fury he had caused, and he projected his humour into Michael's smile. Not the angel's own benevolent smile but an evil, cruel leer.
"You wanna hit me, Uriel?"
"Damn right I do, you daemonic asshole!"
The smaller being struggled angrily against his bonds, the futility of the gesture amusing the daemon, making him chuckle.
"Uri..."
Raphael's voice was soft and sad.
"You can't, it's Michael, remember. Strike the body and it will not be Belial but Michael you injure."
Uriel turned his head towards the brother tethered beside him, incomprehension on his face. Raphael tried again, knowing his brother's rage was blinding him to the full meaning of his words.
"You cannot fight the daemon without striking at Michael, Uriel. Think, my brother!"
Horrified understanding slowly dawned on Uriel's face.
"Yeah, Uri..."
The daemon mocked.
"Strike me...Hurt the meat-suit and you hurt your precious brother."
He smiled at the angel's distress, taunting the suddenly deflated being.
"So come on, bring it on! I'll even give you a free shot."
Belial raised Michael's hand and unexpectedly released Uriel's bonds. The angel shrieked in pain as all his weight came to bear on his broken leg and he tumbled to the ground, cursing in agony as he fell.
"Uri!"
Raphe tried to reach out to his brother but Michael grinned as he retained him in his shackles.
"Come on, Archangel Uriel, most loyal of Gods divine servants..."
He paced before the fallen being as he spoke, jeering cruelly.
"Have your revenge on me. Come on."
Michael curled his palms toward himself, taunting freely.
"I'll give you a free swing."
He offered smiling.
Rage and fury collided within Uriel, boiling his blood to a pugilistic fervour and he made to rise, to strike out at the foulness that inhabited his beloved brother, but his leg would have none of it. He attempted a half hearted swing but ended up sprawled in a gasping heap at the possessed angel's feet, his hands wrapped around his shattered limb, rocking as white hot agony pulsed from toe to hip.
Michael bent and violently pulled back his brother's head.
"Poor Uriel. Never quite strong enough. Are ya? Never quite able to get it up! Always let everyone down in the end, don't ya?"
He smiled at the look of agony his words engendered in the injured being. The angel's pain was a delight to the daemon.
"Sound familiar, Dean?"
Belial looked through Michael's eyes at the elder Winchester and was pleased to see his words strike home. He laughed, revelling in his ability to wound. The daemon's glance took in the reflex twitch as the muscles in Dean's jaw tightened in anger and he was unsurprised to see him struggling to his knees. Belial smiled and relishing the gasps of pain that were music to his ears.
"Ah! I see it does, Dean. Tears you both apart to think that others will suffer as a consequence of your mistakes and ineptitude doesn't it? That your shared incompetence will result in the suffering of your loved ones?"
Belial crouched before Uriel as he spoke, inclining Michael's head so the stricken angel could see straight into the fathomless depths of his obsidian eyes.
"Want to know just how agonising this is for your precious Michael, Uri? Want to know how it feels to him to have me corrupt and defile him again?"
Uriel paled as his beloved brother's voice tormented him but he was unable to turn his face away from the daemon's onslaught.
"Behold, Uriel..."
Belial eased his grip on his host slightly.
"Witness the pain you have again wrought upon your brother."
Uriel gasped as Michael's eyes changed from possessed black to his own angelic violet in an instant. He saw the undisguised agony that Michael endured and he shrunk back in horror, knowing that Michael was fully cognisant of his abhorrent situation. The purgatory of his entrapment radiated from the familiar gaze and Uriel sobbed as his heart broke for his beloved brother.
"M...Michael...I'm so sorry"
He whispered, his grieving soul stripped bare in his agonised words and the daemon chuckled as he gave voice to his captive.
"U...Uri..."
Michael choked as he struggled to use his own throat that was no longer his to control. He wanted to ease the look of defeated terror he saw on his brother's pale face but knew, deep down, that allowing Uriel to know he was still aware within his body, but unable to resist the daemon, just compounded the agony. He longed to reach out to Uriel, to ease his despair but the daemon would not allow it. He screamed silently as Belial forced him back into his thrall.
"You motherfucker!"
Dean's gravelly voice betrayed the huge effort it had taken him to get to his feet and sweat was running from his hair, streaking the dirt on his face as he stood swaying before the daemon.
"It's me you wanted, isn't it? So then, take me and leave the others alone."
His left arm hung uselessly before him, the displaced joint canting it at an unnatural angle and fresh blood stained the knife wounds that he had received at Jo's possessed hand. He was barely able to stand and certainly in no shape to face down a being of Belial's incredible power.
Yet still he called the daemon out.
Sam watched as his brother's protector instincts automatically kicked in and while he applauded Dean's stance against the daemon, he could see that he was in no condition for a fight. Panic assaulted Sam and he struggled again to rise, fighting the over whelming lethargy that was the legacy of the daemon's touch.
"I wondered how long it would take you to get back in the game, Winchester. Never like to leave it too long before you like to offer yourself as a sacrifice."
Belial turned from the defeated angel, disdain on his host's handsome face, and confronted the beleaguered hunter.
"As always unable to resist championing the under-dog I see, Dean."
He smiled cruelly and Dean swallowed hard around the knot of fear in his chest as he looked upon the face of Mikey. Mikey, as he had known the daemon when he had tortured him to within an inch of his life, reawakened before his eyes.
"Be...careful...Dean..."
Sam sat on his haunches in the dust, unable to rise. Hunter and possessed angel both looked to the kneeling man. Belial laughed out loud.
"Sammy, you're up! Well done, boy. The pathetic Winchester tag-team back in action for one last time. How terribly fitting."
The daemon sneered disdainfully as he glanced from brother to brother.
"I am so glad you're here to see me finally break your arrogant, stubborn mule of a brother, once and for all."
The daemon took a step towards Sam as he spoke.
"Don't you go near him, you sonofabitch!"
Dean advanced towards Michael on relatively steady legs, his anxiety to protect Sam lending him some little strength. Belial halted and raised an eyebrow in amusement at the dishevelled hunter.
"Relax, Dean. Be assured, I have no real interest in Sam. He is insignificant in the grand scheme of things."
The daemon's soulless black eyes bored into Dean as he spoke and Michael's melodic voice rekindled recent memories of ceaseless pain that made Dean shudder.
"Well, only as an instrument to aide me with your destruction."
The statement was cold and merciless and Dean knew this would be a fight to the death, for one of them anyway.
"Leave him be then. Leave them all alone."
Dean spat the words angrily at the figure before him as his gaze took in the angels, Jo, Bobby and Sam.
"It's me you want and I'm right here..."
He thrust his chin toward the daemon belligerently.
"Come on then, Mikey! Take me, if you think you can."
It was a bold challenge and, had he been a little more stable on his feet, or a little less covered in fresh blood, it would have been more convincing. All the same it amused Belial and he nodded his head appreciatively.
"Dean, Dean, you humans are so...charming! Foolish and completely unrealistic in your expectations, but charming none the less."
The daemon smiled disarmingly as he spoke.
"I remember now why I so enjoyed our time together before. Your agony was so intense, your screams so hard won. It will please me beyond expression to rekindle our very personal acquaintance."
The daemon licked his lips and Dean could not suppress a shudder that coursed through him but still he plastered a cocky grin on his face.
"Yeah, well, in your dreams, Mikey-boy!"
The daemon growled a soft warning low in his throat.
"I will enjoy this, Dean. It is fitting that it be Michael who finishes you and apt that your angel friends are also here to watch you finally succumb to me. Your destruction, in light of the immense power you might have wielded, will remind them of their place. And as they are forced to sit by and watch me take your life, they will know that as you die I will take from you the power you have so defiantly refused to share with me and then I will turn it against the world."
The daemon's desire lit his eyes with a fierce fire and Dean swallowed down his fear in the face of the impossible odds before him, a flimsy, but desperate plan forming in his head.
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The daemon came at Dean in a rush, using Michael's size and bulk to try and overwhelm the injured man, intent on inflicting maximum pain on the hunter before killing him. Dean, however, had anticipated the move and ducked to the side, deflecting much of the onslaught. But Belial was an experienced brawler and Michael's body fit and agile and the daemon turned sharply, grabbing the back of Dean's shirt, spilling him from his feet. He hit the ground with a thud, an audible cry of pain escaping his lips as he impacted.
The hard packed dirt bruised as Dean's hip smacked heavily onto the floor and he unthinkingly stretched with his left arm to steady himself. The movement ground the dislocated head of his humerus into the gritty socket of his shoulder and his scream of agony left no one in any doubt as to how much he hurt.
"Dean!"
The cry was from Sam's lips before the kick of dust rose from his tumbling brother and the younger man made to try and rise and assist his sibling. He didn't get far before the daemon flicked his hand, flooring Sam yet again, but it was enough to be a momentary distraction, allowing Dean to roll to his knees. He knelt, desperately clutching his ruined limb to his heaving chest as the red dust clouded around him. He could not push away the dizzying nausea nor control the pain that left him retching where he huddled and he looked toward his aggressor, his vision tunnelling as Michael strode toward him again.
Raphe capitalised too on the daemon's momentary distraction to force free his hand and painfully stretch forward to retrieve the silver dagger that had been abandoned when Jo had fought with Dean earlier. He held the knife in view only long enough for Dean to wheeze a confirming nod, acknowledging the weapon's presence, before palming the blade so the daemon remained oblivious to its whereabouts.
Dean staggered to his feet and scuttled inelegantly backwards, away from his attacker. Michael was on him in an instant and the powerful roundhouse connected heavily with Dean's jaw, flinging him face first to crash wildly into the gates, dropping him to his knees, momentarily stunned near to the fallen form of Raguel.
"Belial!"
Raphael's voice was strident, and the Prince of Angel's turned on his brother with a snarl on his angry face.
"What do you want, brother?"
The last word was spat with venom and hatred and Raphe flinched from him as the daemon's black gaze rested briefly upon him.
"Leave him be."
Raphe's words were soft, he knew it was a pointless request but he watched out of the corner of his eye as Dean crawled towards Raguel. He didn't yet fully understand the bloodied hunter's plan but he knew enough to see that Dean was up to something, and needed time to put his actions into place.
Dean, for his part, just hoped he could survive long enough to see it through!
Chapter ends.