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So this chapter ended up…different than I was going to write it. I free wrote mostly.

Plot: Michael starts to get side effects from being in Dean's vessel and having him close instead of pushed back…and also some more about Michael talking with Dean… (weird, I know…but I always thought those two would get along…once Michael was done being an assbutt.) Hope you don't mind Michael opening up to Dean…I think it has to do with the vessel influencing him.

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Chapter 36: Dean's Influence:

There, Michael felt it; the pull. He positioned himself comfortably "You should lay down," he said to Dean, who nodded and lay back down "And close your eyes. Do not open them for one moment."

Dean closed his eyes, his stomach turning nervously. Through his closed eyelids, he could see a bright light tinting them red. His heart skipped a beat when he felt something warm brushing against his skin. It almost felt like warm water dripping on his arm. He knew better though…he could feel power in that warmth and it seemed to seep into his skin. He could hear all of the windows in the room shatter, the pieces of glass tinkling to the ground loudly.

Dean gently opened one eyelid slightly and quickly closed it when it almost burned from a bright, unimaginable white light above him. He felt more of the warm water feeling spread over his body until it was touching almost all of his skin…like tendrils of soft electricity. It was soothing in a way but still not entirely comfortable…then it suddenly felt as if he was suffocating but that feeling faded somewhat just as it came on. He gasped when he felt the warmth encompass through his skin, spreading through his veins like warm cocoa filled with vibrations. It instantly made him feel alive and his muscles responded by trying to pull in the tendrils that seemed to be wrapping themselves over Dean in every way. He let out a long breath when he felt the warmth gently wrap itself around his heart and slowly up his skull as it filled his head in such a strange way. He then literally felt as Michael relaxed into him. He then realized he wasn't breathing on his own. He tried to open his eyes and panicked for a moment when he couldn't. All he knew was that this – Michael being in his body– did not feel nearly as bad as he thought it would. He could still feel everything…he could still smell things…hear things. He almost thought he could still control his body. His eyes then opened and he felt Michael let out a soft moan of relaxation in his voice.

Michael took a deep breath as he felt Dean's body. It was so much more refreshing and comfortable and just right for him. He wished he could have this body forever but he was going to keep his word. He sat up and stretched out the arms and legs, making sure to allow Dean to feel everything that was happening. He could of course block Dean out, push him back until he was just an itch in the back of his mind but he didn't want to. He wanted the hunter to still feel somewhat in control; to know that it wasn't so bad.

Dean was surprised at how he could feel everything and the way he was seeing was just fascinating. He could see small glimmers of rainbows on the glass from the darkness of the moon reflecting on the shattered pieces. He felt Michael…he literally felt how Michael was feeling and at the moment, he knew the archangel was extremely comfortable and…very overjoyed.

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Gabriel froze, his grace coiling inside of him as he sat on the bed beside Sam. They were now both fully dressed. Michael's interruption ruined any mood that was happening. Now, though…he couldn't begin to start comprehending what he was feeling. Michael's grace…not his grace inside of a vessel but out, flowing through the air, was spreading in the wind. No…no way.

"Gabriel…what's wrong?" Sam asked, suddenly feeling very worried at the shock on the archangel's face. No grin or mocking look…intense shock and…fear "Gabe?"

Gabriel felt as Michael entered into a new vessel…his true vessel. He could sense Michael's power expand as he took over the body he was meant to. He felt fear seep into him. He turned to Sam, who looked extremely worried "I'll be right back," Gabriel said, wanting to make sure he felt what he just did before getting Sam mad.

Sam didn't have time to say a word before Gabriel disappeared.

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Dean relaxed drastically when he felt his body moving without him doing anything. It was kind of pleasant in a way.

"What do you think?" Michael asked, knowing Dean could hear him.

'I'm not telling you to leave yet,' Dean said, not feeling lips move. He knew it was just a thought.

He could feel a true smile curl onto his lips…a smile that belonged to Michael. He watched in wonder when he could see a golden-white light start to fill up the room. He stared in amazement as that light formed into Gabriel…though he didn't look entirely like Gabriel. His eyes were bright, glowing golden, shimmering in the darkness from the shattered lights. Gabriel's golden wings were glowing as his eyes were. There was also somewhat of a soft light surrounding his body…not like the aura Dean had seen as a fairy but something more…words couldn't describe it. He could also feel Gabriel's presence. It was strange and indescribable.

"Michael!" Gabriel gasped, his jaw dropped. His voice sounded different to Dean now…he wasn't sure how though "What did you do?"

Dean knew Michael was in control so he just sat back and…watched. Michael smiled softly "Dean has said yes," he said.

Don't tell him about you letting me go so easily. I want to see everyone's reactions, Dean thought inside his head.

Michael smiled, feeling how real it was.

"I can see that he said yes!" Gabriel hissed "What the hell Mikie?"

Michael just stared at Gabriel, loving how it felt in his true vessel. He let his wings stretch out and moaned from the release. It was so nice and they felt so free, more so than in Adam's vessel.

"Castiel is going to kill you," Gabriel hissed "How did you even get him to say yes?" he seemed baffled.

Michael smiled and Dean felt the wings…they felt so powerful and relaxed with the warm wind from the shattered windows washing over them "I just did," Michael said.

"You better hope you leave before Cas gets here," Gabriel said, shaking his head "He trusted you…did you know that? And you go and take over his Dean's body! I hope he fries your wings."

Michael smiled "He will not harm me while in this body," he said "He would never hurt Dean."

"You keep thinking that. If he sees that Dean said 'yes' he is going to punish both of you," Gabriel said, actually looking very upset. Dean knew he was now directing his attention right to him "Remember Castiel's reaction last time?"

Dean remembered when he was going to say 'yes' before and Castiel tore him a new one. Honestly, he wasn't really thinking about Castiel when he allowed Michael to reside in him. He was somewhat enjoying this though. He wasn't ready to send the archangel away yet. He literally could feel the power of Michael inside of him and it was somewhat like a power trip.

He watched as Sam froze in front of the motel room, staring though the broken window. He quickly walked inside of the room, his eyes wide when they set on the lifeless body of Adam lying on the bed. Dean noticed Sam looked…different…he seemed brighter, his skin having somewhat of a white glow that was tinted with a small amount of black spots.

"Dean?" Sam asked "What did you do to Michael?" he stared down to the lifeless body again, looking for a charred mark of wings or something to indicate the reason of Michael not being in that body. He turned back to Dean and stared for a moment before realization hit him "M-Michael?" he asked, his voice dropping in horror.

Michael smiled "It's me," he said.

Sam's expression turned to downright fury "You sonofabitch!" he growled, trying to leap forward but Gabriel grabbed his arm. Sam's hair was messy over his face and his eyes were glowing with rage. Dean could see darker colors start to emanate around his brother.

"Do not speak about my father in such a way. That is something I will not tolerate," Michael growled angrily and Dean could feel the anger pulsing through him. He never fully understood an archangel's full power but if this was what it felt like when they were mad, he was very impressed that any of them could control themselves. If it were him…yeah, whoever upset him would be dead before he could second-guess it.

Sam was trying to pry out of Gabriel's grip, his lips curled slightly to show the clenched teeth "Why? Why did you say 'yes' Dean?" Sam asked, knowing Dean could hear him. He looked torn and disappointed.

Dean felt bad for a moment. He didn't like to see that look in Sam's eyes. He sent Michael a mental note 'Tell him to get the stick outta' his ass and that I'm fine…and tell him he's a bitch,' . He figured if Sam knew Dean was still 'around' so to speak, he might not be as angry.

"Dean says that everything is fine and that you do not need to worry," Michael said, cleaning Dean's words.

'Call him a bitch…trust me,' Dean added.

"He wants me to call you a…'bitch'," Michael informed.

Sam paused for a moment before shouting at Michael, "Let him go."

"I will leave when we are done," Michael said slowly.

"Done with what exactly?" Gabriel asked "It is not like you're going to fight Lucifer."

"I know that," Michael said calmly, letting his wings brush over the walls and bed. Dean shivered inside himself at the feeling of them. They were incredible.

"Castiel is not going to be happy with either of you," Sam said in an irritated voice.

Michael just gave them a serene smile "I would suggest you watch over this vessel," he pointed to the body on the bed.

"Why would we do that?" Sam said, still being held back by Gabriel.

"Because if that vessel is damaged then I will keep this one," Michael said simply.

'What?' Dean hissed mentally.

He was surprised to hear Michael's – his voice – speak inside his head 'I'm just saying that so they will make sure it stays put.'

'Oh,' Dean said 'I never thought you were the type to lie like that'

Michael smirked and Gabriel sensed there was more going on. Michael had never smirked before in his existence "Where is Dean exactly?"

"He is right up here with me," Michael said calmly, his wings twitching and driving Dean insane. He just wanted to touch them even more now.

"So Dean is fine with riding shotgun with an archangel…I don't believe it," Sam muttered, sitting down beside the vessel of Adam.

Gabriel stared at Dean/Michael and studied the subtle differences in which he knew Michael hadn't pushed Dean back. His lips curled slightly "Not exactly riding shotgun…I'd say…more like sitting on Michael's lap in the driver's seat with somewhat control of the wheel."

Sam arched an eyebrow "That's even worse," he mumbled.

Michael stared over Gabriel and Sam for a moment before letting his wings expand. He gave them a heavy push and Dean felt the immense sensation of flying. Not like when Castiel would zap him places…more like…the feeling of riding on a rollercoaster and soaring up and down through twists and turns; it was thrilling. He could see as the sceneries whizzed by them in a blur of greenery and black sky.

The feeling stopped when they landed in an unfamiliar place. It felt different than anywhere he had been before…it was warmer, calmer and just soothing. He wondered if they were in Heaven.

"We are in Heaven," Michael said in Dean's voice.

Dean watched through the eyes Michael was controlling. This Heaven seemed boring…full of plain green grass and trees with a blue sky. He wanted it to be full of nice cars and pie!

"Pie?" Michael asked "What is pie?"

Dean felt offended but instead he let the image form into his mind; a large, perfectly crisp pie with warm cherry filling dripping in the center and around the edges. He felt Michael become confused for a moment before a tingling and warm sensation passed over and Dean was amazed to see a table appear in the middle of the field containing one of the biggest pies he had ever seen in his life. He smelled a wave of sweet, sugary cherry reach him and he felt his stomach rumble in desire to eat the couple foot round pie.

"Why do I feel the want to eat that?" Michael asked, feeling strange rumbling inside of him. His mind was telling him to taste the food called 'pie' on the table.

Dean had no idea but he mentally pushed Michael into walking over to it. He knew the archangel could easily wave him off but he wasn't. Michael just stared at the pie, studying it…inspecting everything about it with scrutinizing eyes.

'Just relax and eat it. Seriously, you need to stop being such a tight ass' Dean sent as a command.

Michael smiled slightly "You are such an odd human."

Dean still wasn't used to hearing his voice without him doing the speaking. He urged for the pie again and mentally patted himself on the back then Michael created a fork and scooped a fairly large amount on it. He hesitantly took the bite. Dean would never be able to truthfully explain what it was like to eat pie without really eating it. He could still taste it and feel it and it was really one of the best pies ever…but it was still strange.

"This is particularly enjoyable," Michael said and Dean wanted to laugh because that is something he would never say…ever and hearing that statement in his voice probably would have made someone else's jaw drop.

'Can we sneak to go see Castiel teaching that thing you were talking about?' Dean questioned mentally, feeling excited to see Castiel. He just didn't want Castiel to see him though…that would be bad.

"Perhaps I know of a place we can go where he cannot detect us," Michael said thoughtfully "I cannot guarantee he won't, though. My grace is very powerful, even more in this vessel, so Castiel may sense my presence."

'Stop making me sound so…proper,' Dean said and he felt Michael smile a bit.

Dean wasn't prepared for it when those glorious wings spread and the rollercoaster sensation rushed through him as they left the particular Heaven. Dean was surprised when he could feel as they flew. He wasn't sure if Michael was doing it purposely as if to not overdo things but Dean was under the impression that angels would just be in one place then the other. He never thought that they were actually 'flying'…maybe that was just Michael though. He didn't know but he wasn't complaining. It was incredible.

He watched as Michael scanned his eyes along a blue sky. Dean realized they were sitting somewhere high…probably fifty feet from the grass that was shining in bright green below. They were on something like a cliff, staring down at the field below where small but very bright figures of white light were scattered across the grass, some rising in the air with small but beautiful white wings flapping soundlessly.

'Normally – even with angels this young – you wouldn't be able to see them without your eyes burning,' Michael said inside his head.

Dean watched in amazement 'Are those what true forms look like?' he asked.

'That is just the beginning stage of an angel rising up to their true form,' Michael said 'It becomes much larger and brighter as they age.'

Dean was astonished when visions pressed into his mind…memories of a sort…memories that didn't belong to him; they belonged to Michael. Images of a young angel…a bright light as the ones looked below them. It was magnificent and sparkling with energy. Glorious and large, deep ebony wings stood out around the angel, sparkling with hints of blue in the creases…so unusually long that it made the angel appear too small. On what Dean knew was the face were immense, bright, gleaming sapphire orbs holding such emotion that it made him feel breathless. The angel seemed so afraid, the wings twitching as it stared up.

'Castiel,' Dean knew it was Cas…he couldn't mistake those inhuman blue eyes anywhere.

Michael smiled and Dean realized the memory had faded and they were once again staring at the small angels trying to fly around the field.

'Why were Castiel's wings black while all the others are white…or light colored,' Dean asked, adding in the last part when he noticed other colors radiating in some of the lights of wings.

'Castiel has always been a special angel. He was created for the specific purpose of pulling the Righteous soul from the Pit,' Michael explained 'So his wings were designed to withstand the force of Hell…for the strength to pull a soul as strong as yours out of the Hellfire.'

Dean could feel Michael become proud of Castiel…it was strange…feeling someone else's emotions as though they were his.

'Why did he look so afraid?' Dean asked.

Michael was silent for a moment and Dean realized the archangel was feeling somewhat sad. He didn't push, though. After a moment, Michael continued: 'That was the day he was told about his destiny…that he would have to dive into Hell. He was afraid…he came to me and Gabriel and begged us to change his fate. I didn't even know what to say at the time…what could you say to a young angel who discovered their destiny was to dive into the most unpure places ever created to retrieve something for your benefit?'

Dean was silent, his own emotions overriding Michael's with guilt. He was a burden on Castiel from the very beginning. He instantly was overwhelmed by a feeling of pure happiness and he realized that Michael was doing it. Damn archangel controlling the emotions of the body.

Dean thought about it for a moment 'so you are pretty much saying Castiel was made for me?'

Michael chuckled a little, despite himself, "I suppose so," he said before he could stop himself. He didn't mean to speak out loud. He darted his eyes down and lowered his wings behind him as he tried to hide himself.

Dean watched through the eyes as the angel in the tan trench coat sauntered into the middle of the field, large black wings beaming in contrast against the white lights of the young angels around him. Dean felt his heart melt at how glorious Castiel looked. Even from afar, there was a brilliant white light glowing around him and seeping through the skin of the vessel and darkness of the wings. He noticed the hesitance in the angel and suddenly, the wings shot out to the sides as he lifted his head to stare above.

Dean could feel as Michael put somewhat of a shield over them…a muting of powers almost. After a few moments, Michael peered back over the edge and Dean noticed Castiel turned back to the small angels, speaking in Enochian to them.

'That was a close one,' Dean sighed.

'I believe having you close to me while I reside in this vessel is having an effect on me,' Michael said, his voice tinged with confusion and wonder 'I have the urge to hold Castiel in my arms.'

Dean wanted to laugh at that because he was feeling that emotion. He must have been sending it to Michael, who had no idea where to go with it.

'It's becoming stronger,' Michael said, his voice now somewhat worried.

He jumped and Dean almost felt dizzy for a moment when he noticed the angel now hovering in the air right in front of them. His large, ebony wings were flapping slowly, keeping his body suspended in air as he stared with wide, confused and enraged glimmering blue eyes.

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Sorry to end it there. I wanted to get some out for you.

So this might end up being just a few more chapters long. I want to write about Dean having certain influences on the archangel…I have always wondered what it would be like for Michael to get drunk. O.O.

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