Food. Eating. Not immediately killing the human who had dared touch him. It was all so new to Michael.
He needed some time to think about... all of it.
So. It had come to this, had it? An all powerful archangel reduced to relying on food, of all things.
Pathetic.
Yes, somehow, in his weakened and deprived mental state, Michael had allowed himself to be convinced to do something that he had thought he would never stoop to: He had eaten. Oatmeal. Oatmeal prepared by two of his most persistent, most hated enemies, no less.
If he had known that this was what awaited him in this new, twin dimension, he would have thought twice about crossing over. After all, back on his earth he'd never known defeat, nor injury, nor had he ever tired from the pursuit of his ultimate goal: The complete and utter eradication of the primate infestation known as 'humankind'.
A blight if ever he'd seen one.
Whatever, thought the archangel as he decided with a sneer that he was more than finished with his 'meal'. Punctuating the thought by sliding that bowl of filmy, slime like leftovers away from himself and in the general direction of the food slot. Which was all the effort he was willing to put into complying with the younger Winchester's soft worded demands to 'leave it by the door'. Knowing that even that was showing the would-be warden far more consideration than deserved.
...So why had Michael bothered?
Perhaps because his captors had ignored and in fact spurned an easy opportunity to be rid of him once and for all. Compounded by the fact that since their foolhardy misjudgment to not end him, his practically useless vessel no longer felt quite so close to death.
Or, the more likely scenario, he simply didn't appreciate the thought of his quarters resembling a sty.
Preposterous, Michael thought with an undignified snort. What did he care what his prison looked like?
No, it was simply the mental deprivation messing with his hobbled divine perceptions. After all, having not but darkness to keep him company day in and day out? Not to mention the oppressive, bleak atmosphere and the fact that the walls themselves were working against him, with their hideous scars marking out the most degrading words of his heavenly people?
'Twould surely be enough to drive any creation of God to madness.
Yes. That was it. He was going mad. Otherwise he'd have never allowed so much as an unholy speck of organic matter to pass his lips. Sacrosanct as they were.
He would simply have destroyed the bowl the behemoth had been fool enough to leave with him. And he definitely wouldn't have been laying there listless, on a mattress he hated on principle, mildly contemplating his own decent into utter delirium. He'd be doing something about it.
Well, Michael decided with a sigh he felt down to the subatomic level, whatever his ultimate fate, there was one thing he knew to be solidly, unshakably true:
He wasn't 'eating' ever again.
Fate though, the archangel soon came to realize, had other plans. For that 'night', during that longest stretch of time wherein his solitude was never broken, Michael felt the return of that same 'tired' feeling that had abated some after the younger Winchester's visit. Pervasive as ever, threatening to pull him under as it weighed on his every muscle and positively writhed in his vessel's middle.
That last phenomenon though, this time, he knew had a name all its own:
Hunger.
Now with an unsavory ultimatum staring him down; to debase himself and eat, or to once again fall to that degrading state known as unconsciousness, Michael realized that Samuel had been right. Eating was, indeed, beneath him.
And so, being clearly not long for the world of the sane regardless, Michael, after minimal forethought and absolutely no due process, decided the unthinkable.
He was going to let Dean Winchester out.
Hence, with his vessel arranged in a tidy, horizontal position, the archangel reached into the far recesses of his utterly palatial mind and pulled the original owner out of the deep, dark prison he'd pushed him into. Then, without pomp nor circumstance, he shoved the unsuspecting oaf instead stumbling towards the light, where Michael thrusted over the reigns and stood back. Interested to see what would happen.
Turned out? Whole lot of nothing. After the admittedly rather impressive full body gasp, of course.
The discombobulated buffoon simply gave an owlish look around long enough to get his bearings, stopped panicking as he realized where they still were, then collapsed right back down onto the mattress he'd half sprung off of.
The idiot didn't even attempt the most logical course of action available to him: to shove Michael back inside his cozy little bar stock room and this time, give it a proper lock.
Which actually turned out the smarter play. Considering it wouldn't have worked.
But what the oversized lummox chose to do instead was... unexpected. To say the least.
The ill fated hunter who'd managed to keep Michael —the indomitable archangel who'd near single-handedly brought about Apocalypse on his own world— locked away at the center of his puny human mind for so long, merely made himself comfortable... and proceeded to pass out. And snore. For the entire night.
Boring really.
Scratch that: really boring, Michael thought with a restless sort of annoyance. The useless log hadn't even woken when, hours into the 'morning', the food slat was lifted and the soiled oatmeal bowl was groped around for and removed. Nor when, moments later, in was slid the Fido water Michael had grown accustomed to drinking.
But, being more interested in seeing what the simpleton he'd deigned to 'share' a body with would, hopefully, eventually do than he was tempted by the dish by the door, Michael sat back and waited. Surprisingly content to see how things would unfold.
...In due time.
Sorry about that long wait between chapters! I'm happy to inform though that there's a silver lining around that particular dark cloud, as part of the 'why' behind the unexpected hiatus is that I was working on more than one chapter simultaneously. Which just so happens to mean that the next chapter is almost complete! And considerably longer than this one! And, with any luck, will be up within the next few days!
Hope this one was an enjoyable addition! Thanks for reading!