I sincerely apologize for those of you who don't understand where they are. It is one of the well-known places in the videogame world. ^-^. I play a lot of games…when I'm not writing or drawing. They are in Skyrim. ^-^

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Chapter 54: Freaky Sunday 6:

Michael smirked as he swung the sword forward. Flames burst as the blade made contact to the armor on the elf. She let out a shriek as she swung her own sword at Michael, who dodged it easily, eyes widening when electricity sparked around it. He had nothing for protection.

The elf-woman spun around, making it behind Michael in one swift movement but this was something Michael was good at; something he had done for many years. He was an amazing fighter; he ducked down to avoid the sparking blade, wincing slightly as the electricity grazed his skin. He then swung his leg around to turn his body, while keeping low to the grass. The elf-woman gasped in shock when he kicked her legs out from beneath her. As she fell to the grass, Michael jumped up to his feet and slammed his foot onto her chest, his boot creating a clinking sound against the steel. He then used his other foot to kick the sword from her hand while placing the tip of his against her throat.

Her red eyes were widened with fear as she stared up at him. She had never been beaten so easily in a fight…especially from someone she thought was a Nord.

Michael took a deep breath, glad he still knew how to fight. He narrowed his eyes down at her as she lay there, submissive with the knowledge he was in total control.

"I wouldn't try that again," Michael said, not wanting to kill the girl.

She nodded lightly, trying to avoid his blade sliding into her throat.

Michael tilted his head slightly "Where am I?" he asked, darting his eyes around to make sure nobody else was coming.

The elf-woman knit her eyebrows "We are in Falkreath," she breathed, confused to why he didn't know that.

Michael sighed, still having no idea. Something about this place felt so foreign. He assumed they had to be in an alternate universe or something along those lines. He stared back into those red eyes "Leave," he said.

She nodded quickly as he lifted the blade. She scrambled to grab hers but Michael put his foot over it. Her eyes widened at him but she quickly stood and ran off, glad that her life was spared. Michael watched until she disappeared then grabbed the second sword from the grass. He balanced it for a moment, getting the feel of the weight then smiled slightly when electricity began to spark and trail up the blade, giving it the look of lightning in the clouds.

He turned back to where Dean was still lying on the grass. He slowly walked over and knelt beside him. He knit his eyebrows as he moved his hand back to the wings that were still severely ruffled. He took a deep breath, wondering what his wings felt like to a human like Dean. He jumped slightly at the way a tingling sensation instantly passed through his fingertips at contact but he allowed his fingers to press deeper into the silky smooth feathers.

He quickly removed his hand when Dean stirred on the grass. Dean let out an almost inaudible moan as he tried to open his eyes.

"Dean?" Michael asked, placing a hand on Dean's cheek to turn his head "Wake up."

Dean groaned as the light beamed into his eyes. Once he focused, he was met by large, worried emerald eyes. He wondered if that was how he looked to Castiel. He still found it weird as all Hell to be staring at his body containing someone else. Michael didn't quite know how to work in a human body. Dean opened his mouth to speak but froze when he heard a whooshing sound. His eyes widened as he stared up into the sky, above Michael. A large, dark red dragon was soaring above, casting a dark shadow over them.

Michael stiffened slightly before wrapping his fingers around the two swords that were lying on the sides of him. He kept his eyes on Dean "We need to go. Now."

Dean winced as he sat up; his head spun and spots danced in front of his eyes. He turned to Michael and smiled slightly when he saw the two glowing swords "Where are we?"

Michael stared up at the dragon which was just hovering. He turned back to Dean "I believe we are in a videogame world. I recognize it now…Lucifer plays this game sometimes."

Dean thought about it then let out a laugh when he stared back at the magically enchanted swords "We are in Skyrim; sweet. I've always wanted to try it."

Michael tilted his head "You haven't played it? Then how did we end up here?"

Dean shrugged "Hell if I know," he said, trying to stand up. He could feel the wings slumping onto the grass and he didn't even feel like moving them. Once he was on his feet, he wobbled a bit before staring back up at the dragon which was starting to fly in a different direction.

"You know how to use those things?" Dean asked Michael with a smirk.

Michael stared blankly at him and held up the black sword which lit up in more flames as he lifted it "Flaming sword."

Dean grinned "Thought I was your sword," he said.

Michael smiled slightly but turned serious "We really need to get back. Please try and concentrate to get back to Bobby Singer's house."

Dean sighed and closed his eyes but had to stop abruptly when he felt a breeze so heavy it nearly knocked him onto the ground. He had no recollection of doing so but he had a hand latched onto Michael's arm and one wing curled protectively around him. Dean turned in confusion as the dragon whooshed by them again. It then stopped right over them and pulled his head back as it unlocked its jaw.

"Shi-" Dean hissed, instantly letting the wings thrash just in time to dodge the wave of flames that pierced through the air. He had no idea where he and Michael were going but he was just hoping it was some place safe.

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Castiel gasped and jumped as they landed on the grass. He just barely moved in time to dodge a wave of flames that rolled over them. He literally felt that Dean and Michael had just left a split second before they arrived.

"Woah!" Lucifer said with wide eyes as he stared at the dragon, which was now just staring at them in confusion. He smirked widely as he recognized the land "I love this game!" he said "I got this."

Gabriel instantly closed all six of his wings around Sam protectively. Sam's eyes widened as he saw them…he literally could see Gabriel's wings. Or…Lucifer's considering it was Lucifer's body at the moment. He didn't care about that. He was just in shock that he could actually see the wings. His heart jumped and his stomach flipped in awe at how glorious they were. He wanted to see the wings on Gabriel's actual body though. He could not see past the black feathered barrier that surrounded him.

Castiel darted to the side when the dragon breathed fire at him. He glowered at Lucifer, who was just staring at the dragon as though it were a prized treasure. The dragon stopped and stared directly at Lucifer.

Lucifer took a deep breath as he tried to recall exactly how it was said on the game. Once he was sure he remembered correctly and he gathered some power, he let the shout spill from his mouth and entire being. Everything seemed to shake and the dragon was pushed back slightly.

Lucifer just stared at the dragon for a moment; the dragon gave somewhat of a nod then flew away. Lucifer smirked proudly and turned to Castiel "Call me the dragon whisperer."

Gabriel chuckled "more like dragon shouter…that was not a whisper."

Sam gasped as he was released from the wings. He stared with wide eyes at Lucifer so he would know what Gabriel's real wings looked like. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the gleaming and bright gold beaming in the dim light. They were so glorious and long…they arched so elegantly and Sam couldn't even find the words to describe what he thought. He then glanced over to Castiel and for the first time, realized what Dean was always talking about when their wings were mentioned. Castiel's were a deep, dark ebony like Lucifer's but they had bright, glowing streaks of electric blue and cerulean through them…they were just so…breathtaking.

"You okay Sam?" Gabriel asked "Was the dragon too much?"

Sam shook his head, not even realizing there had been a dragon. He was too distracted by the wings. He turned to Gabriel "I-I can see your wings."

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows and his wings shot out and twitched "You can?"

Sam nodded, his eyes grazing over them. He wished Gabriel was in the correct body. He wanted to know what they felt like…but Gabriel was in Lucifer's body and he didn't want his first time to be Lucifer's wings…and he didn't want to touch Gabriel's because Lucifer was in that body.

"It's probably this world," Castiel said slowly, gazing around to make sure the dragon wasn't going to come back.

Sam just gazed at each set of wings, feeling upset that it might be the only time he could see them. He turned to Lucifer to stare at those golden wings. Those were what Gabriel's wings looked like; they were so enchanting in every way.

It was silent for another moment as Castiel tried to reconnect with Dean but he was having a really hard time. He realized that Dean and Michael had to be in another alternate universe. With Dean having no control or knowledge of how to return home and with their constant danger causing him to make a quick escape, they could really be anywhere. That added in with the fact that it was Michael's grace…Castiel would be lucky if he could ever reach them in time.

"Well can you find them?" Lucifer asked, walking over to the two swords Michael had dropped before flight. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands on them. He could sense that Michael had used them and that made him smile. One was a flaming sword.

"I have to wait for a strong emotion from Dean's body so I can catch the connection," Castiel said, hoping to find one soon.

"So you basically gotta' wait for Mikie to freak out about something?" Gabriel asked. He grinned "Shouldn't take long."

"Well I think we should roam while we wait. I can show you some pretty awesome places," Lucifer said, really enjoying this place. He wanted to go and check out some of the old buildings and caves.

Gabriel shrugged "Sure," he said "Nothing else to do."

Sam remained silent, eyes locked on the sets of wings in front of him. After a moment, he sighed and began to follow them. If he couldn't see them when Gabriel and Lucifer returned to normal, he would make Gabriel bring him back to this world.

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Dean winced in pain when he slammed roughly into more grass. He could feel his wings twisting and throbbing beneath his weight as he skidded across the ground. He really needed to learn how to do better landings before the wings on his back became more damaged. Michael would kill him. He gasped to catch his breath as he realized there was a weight on him. He opened his eyes to see Michael on top of him, his hands curled around Dean and clutching him tightly with his face buried into his chest. Dean grinned at the image. Michael looked so innocent and afraid in Dean's body. He wondered if Michael could feel the fear of flying from being in Dean's body. From the look of it, he did. Michael was shaking as he held on tightly, eyes shut tightly.

Dean arched an eyebrow and curled the wings around Michael, who shuddered and held on tighter. Dean had the weird sensation to help him. He had the urge to help anyone in need. He was feeling very righteous and it was becoming more powerful. He let out a soft moan when he felt those hands close into the feathers. Euphoric, tingling and just plain incredible sensations were piercing through him from the gentle caress. Damn did that feel incredible on his throbbing and aching wings. He blinked a few times, trying to notice their surroundings. He could feel immediately that they were in another strange universe. He had no idea how he knew it but he did. They were not in a normal land.

The first thing he noticed was the sky which was mostly clear but it wasn't blue. He knit his eyebrows at the bright yet soft pinks and oranges spread over them. Clouds were smeared across some spaces in the colors of light purples and blues, creating what looked like an artist's canvas. It was absolutely beautiful, making him feel like he was in some sort of enchanted garden or something

Dean groaned in protest when he felt Michael let go of the wings and rolled off of him. Both of them sat up to inspect where they were further.

Dean soon realized they were behind a building of some sort. They were actually surrounded by tall, light gray stoned buildings. He stared up at the bizarre way the at least 50 foot tall building seemed to curve like an 'S' as it reached up towards the sky. It was covered in hundreds of windows, each glowing from the reflection of the horizon. More buildings surrounded them on all sides, some tall, some short and some just as odd as the first one, held up diagonally. The ground was made of a dark turquoise grass and white colored cement.

Michael just stared at the alluring place. Something wasn't right about where they were…it was too captivating here and that never ended well. Nothing was this pleasant without consequences.

Dean felt his jaw drop as he gazed over his surroundings. He could feel the grace inside of him start to swell and warm through his body, causing him to feel unable to move. It was as if in an instant, he was completely high. Something about this place was so…words couldn't describe how attached he felt.

"We should get going. I don't see a threat coming," Michael said, standing up. He stared down at Dean, who was completely still, pupils enlarged as he gazed blankly ahead. A big, goofy smile appeared on his face.

"Dean?" Michael asked, reaching an arm down to pull him up. He was surprised at how willing Dean seemed to move.

Dean just smiled cheekily at Michael and felt all six of his wings twitch and flare before slouching in relaxation. He allowed Michael to pull him up and he didn't even care. This place was enthralling and perfect and made him feel amazing.

"I think we got one!" a deep voice shouted.

Michael spun around in the direction to see three men sauntering over to them. One was tall and thin with shaggy dark brown hair and bright, hazel eyes. He had a tag on that said 'Aaron'. There was a short, petite young man beside him. He had to be no more than 17 years old with short, messy blonde hair and almost glowing blue eyes. His nametag said 'Clyde'. The third man appeared to be in his late 40s with black hair with hints of gray. His face was thin and long with a thick coat of scruff along the jawline. His name said 'Richard'. Michael felt his stomach drop when Richard's brown eyes turned to a flat black. Clyde grinned as he came closer, his own eyes flashing white as he reached them.

Dean smiled warmly at the approaching men. He noticed that at least two of them were demons but he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he could feel was the warmth running through his veins and the butterflies in his stomach.

Michael instantly turned to Dean and felt fear when he realized just how uncaring he seemed to be. He was actually smiling at the demons.

"Oh wow. Looks like an archangel," Aaron said, lifting his eyebrows "I thought there were none left."

"Stay away from him," Michael growled, standing in front of the spaced out Dean.

"Naw it's all cool, Mikie," Dean said with a smirk "They seem nice."

Michael ground his teeth but remained still in front of Dean as the three men smiled proudly.

"You like this facility?" Richard asked, waving an arm around to show it "I honestly didn't think it would work but we have here an archangel."

"What is this place? What did you do to him?" Michael asked, holding onto Dean's forearm to keep him in place.

"This is actually just a building…made to attract angels," Richard explained "You see…it draws their grace and they become attracted to it. Once inside…well, you can see what happens to them."

"Can I keep this one?" Clyde asked Richard, his eyes flashing white.

Richard smiled "Clyde, I would but we can make a lot of money for this one," he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I want him!" Clyde growled "Give him to me!"

"Nobody is taking him!" Michael hissed "We have more angels on the way and they will smite your asses!" he was shocked that he just cursed like that. He had no idea where it came from.

Aaron laughed, his eyes now a flat black as well. The other two just chuckled for a moment. Once they calmed down, Clyde began to speak "If they come in here, they are free game as well. I always get what I want."

Michael glared, now wishing he still had the two swords with him so he could cut off their pathetic heads. He clutched Dean's arm tighter "Dean…snap out of it."

Dean just smiled "Why do you want me?" he asked.

"For love," Clyde said "I haven't an angel yet."

"He would never love demon scum like you," Michael sneered, grinding his teeth. His heart was pounding in his chest. He knew there was nothing he could do as a human. He was useless.

"He doesn't have to," Clyde said with a shrug, "Once I seal our bracelets, we are a team."

Michael knit his eyebrows "What are you talking about?"

"Get the bracelets," Clyde said with Richard, who instantly nodded and walked out of what Michael now realized was in fact a room. He could hear a door open and close in the distance.

"Is the bracelet at least cool-looking?" Dean asked with a smile "I would hate some chick thing."

Clyde smiled and took a step closer, earning a growl from Michael.

"I'm already sealed with him," Michael said quickly.

Dean tilted his head and laughed "Just because I'm in your body doesn't mean we are sealed – OW!" he hissed out when Aaron pressed an electrical rod against his arm. Michael ground his teeth again and shoved at the demon, who stepped back and lifted his eyebrows as he peered at a screen that was attached by a cord to the rod.

"Who is he?" Clyde asked, peeking at the screen from over Aaron's shoulder. A huge smirk formed on his face when he read it.

"Archangel Michael…I've heard about you. I honestly didn't think you existed," Aaron said with lifted eyebrows, "Wait…you are from that universe where all supernatural creatures and humans hate each other, aren't you?"

Michael nodded "Where are we now?" he asked.

"In an entirely different world. We all live in harmony…well…mostly. There are a few of us who still like to use angels for love. Most of us demons can't feel love and angels in our realm are the only creatures who can allow us to feel it…" Aaron explained.

"Which is why I am pleased to have the famous Archangel Michael," Clyde said, motioning over to where Dean was.

Dean snorted with a laugh "He is archangel Michael…well…I may have his wings and grace but I'm not him…mentally I'm not him," he said, becoming really confused. He didn't give a crap though. He smiled with Richard walked back in holding what looked like two thin, gold chains. Each chain appeared as though there were nothing to close them but Michael assumed it was some sort of spell that would close them.

"I don't really care. I will take the angel, despite who is in the body. All I care about is the grace," Clyde said, yanking the bracelets from Richard.

Michael felt his heart pick up in pace and his stomach turn When he was shoved back several feet. He watched in fear as the demon placed the bracelet around Dean's wrist.

Dean lifted his eyebrows when he felt the cool chain around his wrist. He watched as the two ends snaked up and twisted together, creating a knot as it locked onto his wrist. Michael instantly jumped forward, tackling Clyde to the ground. He snatched the bracelet from the demon and quickly placed it on his own wrist. He felt as the cool chain tightened around his skin before twisting and locking.

"You mangy little maggot!" Clyde snarled angrily as he climbed to his feet. Michael jumped up as well, watching as Clyde tried to leap at him, only to be stopped by some invisible barrier.

Michael suddenly wondered what was happening. He could feel vibrations pushing from the bracelet and into his skin. The strange sensation began to stream through his blood, spreading to each part of him before ending in his chest with a warm burst. He darted his eyes at Dean, whose irises were literally glowing for a moment before returning to a normal color. Michael knew he was feeling the same thing except when it ended, Dean was clutching his gut, right where Michael knew the grace was. He watched with wide eyes a golden string attached from one bracelet to the other, connecting them for a moment before it disappeared.

Dean instantly snapped out of it, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sensation pass over him. He blinked a few times, lifting his eyebrows when he watched the string connect him and Michael before disappearing. He turned and jumped almost a foot in the air when his eyes set on the three demons in front of them. They were absolutely hideous. He could see right through those vessels. He stepped back and turned wide eyes to Michael "What is going on?"

Michael sighed in relief "Thank you Father," he said "Dean. We should get out of here."

"Why are we connected?" Dean asked, lifting his arm where the chain became visible for a moment before fading again.

Michael rolled his eyes "I did that so you wouldn't be attached to him for eternity," he pointed to Clyde, who was now standing, his eyes pure white with rage.

"You better get out of here before we call down the authorities," Clyde sneered "And good luck getting back home with your new 'connection'."

Dean watched in confusion as the three demons walked away. He then turned to Michael and gently placed a hand on his forearm to fly them home. He gasped and yanked his hand back when he felt warmth pour through him, directly into the grace inside of him. His stomach flipped and heart fluttered, making him feel lightheaded.

Michael quickly jumped back, alarmed by the same feeling he just felt. He cleared his throat "Um…let's get out of this building first."

Dean nodded, his stomach turning as he wondered where they were. They were silent as they found the door that was behind the curvy building. They slid through into the other side and Michael stared at an even more different place. He lifted his eyebrows and turned to Dean, who was staring with wide eyes.

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Okay…it ended up a lot different than I expected. Don't worry…there will be no lovey dovey stuff happening…ok. Don't freak out. I have a plan. : )

Please leave reviews again! Let me know what you think. They will all be meeting up in the next chapter though its about to get really complicated. Any suggestions about how you would like to see this world? How do you want it to look?

And would anyone like to see Gabriel and Lucifer become 'High' in that same building? Hahaha. I could just imagine their conversation. hehe