I didn't even notice it but the guy who played Alastair (in the vessel Dean tortured) was in the Twilight movies! Haha. I'm not gonna' be able to watch them again without thinking of the sick and twisted Alastair! I like it.

This chapter will be very short…I'm once again blocked like crazy! Nothing is coming out right at all so I apologize for the lower quality of this. I'm trying to work my way out but…you know how that is.

…Beware, I'm about to go 'chick-flick' on you!...

So…again, I would like to thank all of you amazing people who read and review and alert…you're all so awesome. I cannot even believe I've gotten over 240 reviews…like…its astonishing and it makes me sooo happy! Seriously…I get all giddy inside and just smile when I see what you all write. Even my dogs look at me like I'm crazy when I giggle. Seriously thank you so much for the support.

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Chapter 37: Dean's Influence 2:

Dean watched as Castiel just stared, his eyes mixing with so many emotions that he could literally see the flows of colors bursting around him in blacks and blue and reds and so many more.

"Castiel," Michael said, taking a step back as the angel with the bright, beaming blue eyes landed upon the dirt of the cliff. His wings were twitching, the deep ebony feathers shooting deep dark red beams like lightning in a storm.

Dean was astonished at how beautiful Castiel looked…the way those inhuman blue eyes were glowing so fiercely that he swore them alone could light up a pitch black room. How those glorious eyes could light his way through any darkness that could come into his life. Even filled with such rage, Dean still felt in awe over them.

Michael's hands twitched as he felt the strong, intense bond in Dean as he stared at Castiel. He wasn't aware just how strongly the Winchester felt for Castiel but now he understood and he was fighting the urge to just hug his brother. Dean wanted to so badly that it almost overpowered.

"Michael," Castiel said, his voice chiming in a shaken whisper that was mixed with fear and confusion. His face contorted in anger and hurt "What is going on? Why are you in Dean's body?" he asked and Dean could see the light around him darkening.

"Dean said 'yes'," Michael said slowly.

Dean could feel Michael shoot out his wings and he could feel the wave of energy bursting inside of him like a tidal wave. He then felt an indescribable pain shoot through every nerve in his entire body. It felt like liquid ice and molten lava mixed together in the most agonizing way.

Michael grit his teeth, trying everything in his power not to react as Castiel threw another beam of white at him. Dean didn't even know what to do as he watched Castiel turn full archangel wrath on his brother.

'Let me talk to him,' Dean demanded.

Michael tilted his head slightly in uncertainty and backed up a few steps to gain space between Dean's body and the fuming angel. After a moment, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Dean could feel as the immense power from Michael receded slightly and his consciousness was being pushed forward. It was odd to say the least but he soon started to feel control over his body and before he could really think it over, he felt his knees buckle. He winced when he hit the ground – hard – but immediately pulled himself up on shaky legs. Okay, he was not expecting that. He was only not walking for a short while…he didn't understand how a half an hour could make him all wobbly.

He turned his eyes to Castiel and was amazed when he could still see the way he did when Michael was in control. Out of curiosity, he turned to see if the wings were out; he smirked…oh yes they were. He hissed out in pain when he felt a force hit the side of his face. He held his cheek and turned to see Castiel with a clenched fist and glowing enraged eyes.

"Cas," Dean whispered "Please calm down and let me explain."

Castiel's anger turned to confusion for a moment "Dean?" he asked.

Dean nodded, still feeling Michael's presence. It was like a thought in his head that kept trying to be noticed…like something you can't push back even if you gave it everything you had in you.

"How did you get control?" Castiel asked, his hand still clenching.

"I asked if I could talk to you," Dean said, glancing back at Michael's wings still sprawled out behind him. He debated on touching them but decided not to when he felt the anger radiating from Castiel.

"Why did he let you? What is going on, Dean?" Castiel asked, his wings flaring in annoyance.

Dean sighed "Cas…It's just for a little while," he said "Michael gave me his word that he will leave as soon as I tell him to."

Castiel visibly calmed down but he tilted his head in confusion "Why?" he asked.

"So I would know what it's like," Dean explained, still in awe at those incredible blue orbs "So I can see you the way he does."

Castiel smiled slightly and Dean felt his heart melt at how gorgeous he truly was. He wished he had angel-vision.

"You look so…" Dean started, at loss for what words could truly describe how Castiel looked. He shook his head "I don't even know what to say…"

Dean saw as a small smile crept up onto Castiel's face. He felt his stomach turn when those wings began to relax.

"I love you so much, Cas," Dean whispered. He knew it was a stupid chick-flick moment but he honestly was lightheaded at seeing Castiel like this. He slowly closed the distance and wrapped his arms tightly around his angel.

A tingling sensation washed over his body, running through his veins as he felt the warmth of Castiel's body against his. He gently brushed one hand through one of Castiel's bright wings and used the other one to cup his cheek and pull him into a soft, chaste kiss. He felt the angel's body stiffen in his arms. He ran his hand through the hair and wing, trying to relax his angel and it worked for a moment as Castiel kissed him back.

Kissing Castiel like this was unlike anything Dean had ever experienced. He could literally feel warmth and energy radiating from the angel like trying to hold lightning. It was thrilling and his blood rushed beneath his skin in desire. He gasped when he was suddenly pushed back; he stared into those brilliant blue eyes to see the pupils blown and the light beneath his skin flickering. His expression wasn't angry but more intense.

Dean bit down on his lower lip and tried to pull the glowing angel back into his arms but Castiel held a hand on his chest to keep him back. Dean frowned "Please?" he asked.

Castiel shook his head, his wings twitching out of control "As much as I'd like to do this, I am not comfortable with kissing you while my brother is inside of you."

Dean froze for a moment before smirking "That's what she said," he said.

Castiel knit his eyebrows "Who said that?" he asked, glancing around.

Dean chuckled and could feel Michael becoming antsy inside of him. He had honestly forgotten about the archangel inside of him for a moment. He could imagine how awkward that must have been for him and that just made him want to laugh even more.

"How long are you going to allow Michael to be inside of you?" Castiel questioned, knowing when Michael would give someone his word, he always kept it.

Dean grinned "Do you have to make everything sound so dirty?" he asked.

Castiel just stared at him with an expression that Dean could deem as a bitchface.

"Just for a little while longer. We have to go and see Lucifer and I want to show Michael what alcohol is," Dean said, hoping Castiel wouldn't be mad at him.

"I don't like this idea, Dean," Castiel said, his wings starting to twitch again "Please tell him to leave right now."

"Come on, Cas," Dean said "There is nothing to do and your busy…just a little while longer?" he hoped.

Castiel stared for a moment before his wings slouched in defeat "Just until I'm done with this lesson," he said, mostly to Michael and Dean knew that.

Dean smiled "I owe you a nice, long full wing massage," he said grabbing Castiel and pulling him close again.

"Dean," Castiel warned "Please don't do this right now."

Dean grinned and slowly stretched his fingers into those wings, touching the spots he knew would drive his angel mad. He gently pressed a kiss onto Castiel's shoulder; his ebony wings flailed behind him, out of control.

Dean gasped when he suddenly felt his consciousness get shoved behind the beaming power that was Michael and he knew he had no control anymore. He was slightly ticked off that Michael could just push him back like a fly. He figured he was going too far, though.

Michael quickly let go of Castiel and took a few steps back. Castiel's wings were still twitching but he took a deep breath, calming them down.

Dean could feel confusion overcome Michael as he glanced down to see a bulge in the jeans. Michael glanced back up at Castiel "I apologize," he said "I will leave the moment Dean says."

Castiel glared at him "If you don't, I will kill you."

Michael nodded, knowing there would be no way for that to happen but it made Castiel feel better to say the threat.

"I'll be done around 11PM," Castiel added "You have six hours."

Michael nodded, wondering why Dean would hang on every word Castiel said. He was sure that humans had free will and that Dean should be able to do whatever he wanted. He didn't speak those words though, just merely nodded in understanding.

Castiel shot them a dark look before spreading his wings to fly back down to his lesson.

Dean felt the urge to just tell Michael to leave. He didn't like when Castiel was upset with him. He wanted to see Lucifer's reaction though.

'Lucifer time?' Dean asked mentally, just wanting to see the look on the other archangel's face when he saw Michael in his true vessel.

Michael nodded and Dean felt another wave of power as he spread his wings and began to soar. They did not fly nearly as far this time and the sensations were more steady and slow. Soon they landed inside of a room. It was large, the ceilings standing fairly tall and the walls and almost everything was pure, bright white. The tiles on the floor were white and shining but with gold creases around each one. The room was merely empty except for a large, flat screen TV taking up the entire back wall and a couch in front of it. Dean noticed someone on the screen slaughtering a Giant…or trying to. They were getting the crap kicked out of them.

"Michael, I told you to get…" Lucifer said, turning his eyes.

Dean was amazed at how Lucifer looked through Michael's vision. Just like the other angels, he had a glow surrounding him but his was much brighter than even Gabriel's. His deep, black wings still had a shimmering glow around them as well as some specks of black. His eyes were just so…luminescent in a color that was almost pure white but with the hint of turquoise.

He immediately jumped to his feet, his wings spreading and flaring out behind him when those eyes set on Michael "W-what are you wearing?" he asked, his voice holding a tremor that he tried and failed to hide.

"Dean said 'yes' so I would suggest you think very carefully about the next thing you do," Michael said, his voice emanating with a deep threat. Dean was shocked at the power behind the words.

Lucifer just stood there, staring at Michael with wide eyes "H-how?" he asked.

"I can be very persuasive," Michael said slowly "Now I would like it very much if you left this room."

Dean expected a snide comment from Lucifer and he was surprised when the archangel spread his wings and vanished from the room in a flash of light. It was silent for a moment and Dean could sense the pride bubbling through Michael.

'I honestly didn't think he would just leave like that,' Dean said.

"You have no idea the extent of my power in this body," Michael replied as he gazed around the room.

Dean just relaxed back as Michael did and it was somewhat refreshing. After a few moments, Michael spoke again "How would you like to see how it feels when I smite a demon?"

Now Dean was getting excited 'Hell yeah,' he said, wondering how it would feel to destroy a demon with a simple touch. With those words, he felt Michael spread those glorious, silvery blue wings and then the sensation of flying took over once more and Dean was starting to really enjoy it. He had no idea what it was going to be like when Michael left. He wished he could see Castiel through these eyes forever.

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