AU of The Spear. Difference is no Sam, no Castiel and no Jack imagine they are somewhere else in the building dealing with Michael's monsters and Dean has confronted Michael alone (Dean decided to be reckless and stupid which is a Winchester trait lol) This is for Malic Malic I love their Michael/Dean stories. This could be classed as a slash but Michael is in the female vessel but then Michael is a he so...Oh well it's still Michael/Dean.

Let's go :D


Michael knew he was there.

He felt the hunter's presence. He wasn't far. Michael knew his Sword was planning a surprise attack.

The archangel sips his drink and lies back in his chair. There was no rush to find the hunter Michael will wait for him to come. Dean will lose his patience eventually.

Suddenly in one swift motion Michael turns and grabs on to his attacker.

Wide green eyes stared back at him. Michael smirks feeling delighted to see such a reaction. The archangel stands up and brings his attacker up with him. Those green eyes never left his face. The horror quickly turned into anger.

"You son of a b..."

"Hello Dean." Michael cuts him off with a smile. " I was expecting you. "

Before Dean could reply Michael throws the hunter across the room. Dean hits the wall and tumbles down on to the ground.

Michael takes another sip of his drink then walks towards the older Winchester.

Dean quickly scrambled to his feet as soon as he heard the clicking from the archangel's high heels. He grabs on to the Spear and aims it at his opponent.

Michael paused and cocked his head. A flash of surprise went across his face when his eyes went on the Spear.

"You got it?"

"Yeah." Dean nods. "I sure did."

Dean swings the spear towards him. Michael blocks the attack and ducks as the spear approaches his head. He blocks several more attacks then punches Dean in the jaw. Dean stumbles back and rubs his jaw. He shakes his head and charges towards the archangel. Michael continued to block every incoming attack. He ducks, dives and moves side to side. As the hunter went to catch his breath Michael lunges forward and grabs Dean by the throat. He shoves the hunter up against the wall.

"Stop trying to fight this Dean." Michael hissed. "You are never going to win. Don't forget..." He grins. "...You are the one who let me in you are the one who will be responsible for all the bloodshed and all the death. It's all on you Dean all on you!"

Suddenly Michael gasps as something sliced his arm. He steps back and looks at the cut on his arm.

"Trust me. That's gonna leave a scar."

Dean presses the Spear against the archangel's chest. Michael turns his attention back on to the older Winchester. He looks down at the Spear and shakes his head.

"You can't do it."

"Watch me."

"You can't." Michael looks at him. His face is smug. "You don't want to admit it Dean but we have a bond."

"Shut up."

"It's true. We may not be together now but we will always be one. You can't escape from this Dean."

"Wanna bet."

Dean increases his grip and glares at Michael. Michael calmly stood there. His face still smug.

"You can't stop thinking about me." Michael continued. "And I can't stop thinking about you."

"Not creepy at all." The hunter muttered to himself. Michael smiled.

"We belong together Dean."

"No." Dean growled. "We don't belong together. You are a sick, twisted son of a bitch. I...I am going to enjoy this." Dean gives the archangel a smirk. "Any last words?"

"Try." Michael stands up and faces the hunter down. "Try." He repeated. "Prove me wrong."

His body wouldn't move.

Dean's mind screamed at him to move but his body remained frozen. It wasn't a spell it wasn't a trick Dean had control over his body but he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill Michael.

He didn't want to kill Michael.

His hands shook and the Spear trembled in his grasp.

Come on!

Dean's eyes lowered on to the archangel's chest. The outline of Michael's breasts showed under his blouse. The Spear suddenly tears into the fabric. It goes all the way and rips the blouse open.

Michael didn't react.

Dean stares at the archangel's body. His eyes follow down the breasts all the way to the stomach. Dean bit his lip and sweat begun to form on his brow. Michael licks his lips. The way his tongue rolled around his lips made Dean want to cry. Dean couldn't deny it. Michael's vessel is hot.

It wasn't just the vessel though.

Dean looked really looked into Michael's eyes. That moment Dean felt it to. He felt a taste of their connection. It brought Dean back to the very moment he said yes to the archangel. He remembered the warmth he felt as Michael entered his body he remembered the power he felt pumping through his veins he remembered how alive he felt. When Michael left Dean felt he lost a part of himself that day. He never admitted how he truly felt to his family they would think he was crazy. But now...now for the first time Dean just wanted to let go.

He wanted to give in to his desires.

Seconds later the Spear falls on the ground.

Dean steps forward and cups Michael's cheek with his hand. He then leans forward and kisses the archangel. Michael responds and pulls him in. Dean deepens the kiss. He pushes his tongue in and groans as Michael bites down on his lip.

Dean pulls away and takes several deep breaths. Michael takes his arm and leads the hunter towards the couch. Michael discarded Dean's shirt and gently lays the hunter down on the couch.

Michael throws his ruined clothing away and slowly removes his trousers. Another groan came from the older Winchester as Michael stripped down to nothing but his bra and panties. He straddles the older Winchester and begins to remove the belt.

Dean kicks his boots off and let's the archangel remove his jeans. Michael smirks as he sees a wet patch on the underwear. Eager to get in there Michael rips the underwear off. The archangel holds his breath. Michael always saw humans as flawed and insignificant but there was something about Dean Winchester that made him different to any other human.

The obvious point is that Dean is his Sword, his true vessel he is of course special. There was something else as well. His body and his soul is beautiful it is the most beautiful thing Michael has ever seen. Michael hates his Father but he had to admit his Father did a damm good job in creating his Sword . Dean Winchester is perfect.

Perfect for him.

Michael brushes his lips against Dean's. He moves and leaves a trail of kisses along the collarbone all the way to the stomach. Michael wraps his hands around the hunter's dick and strokes his impressive length.

"Mich..."

"Shh!"

Michael places his polished nail against the hunter's lips.

"Not a word."

Dean nods. Michael straightened up and removed the rest of his vessel's clothing. He heard the sharp intake of breath as the panties slide off and go on the floor.

Michael positions himself between his legs. A low moan escapes his lips as he pushed Dean deeper and deeper inside of him. Michael leans forward and lifts his hips slightly before getting Dean deep inside again. Dean lifts his hips to allow him to meet Michael for each thrust.

A series of noises and moans echoed in the room. Dean throws his head back and let's out a curse as Michael continued to ride him. The hunter suddenly gasps as Michael wraps his fingers around his throat. Michael increases his grip which caused Dean to cough and gasp for air.

He pushes Dean's head further back and enjoys the sounds of his Sword struggling under his grip. The choking and the thrusting caused Dean to fall apart. He was completely in Michael's mercy now.

Michael stood tall and showed off his dominance he wanted Dean to see who he was he wanted Dean to see the Archangel Michael the most powerful being in the universe. He wanted to remind Dean of his place and where he stood in their relationship. Dean is the Sword. Dean was created for him.

Dean belonged to him.

Michael felt something wet go on his hand. He looks and sees tears rolling down the hunter's face.

So Michael let's go.

Dean gasps and coughs. Michael can already feel the heat coming from below. He is close. Judging from Dean's screwed up face he is close as well.

"Dean be a good boy and cum for me." The archangel ordered.

Dean didn't need to be told twice. Seconds later he cums and spills himself all over the couch. Shortly after Michael follows and spills himself all over the older Winchester. Then Michael falls forward and sighs heavily.

Dean wraps his arms around the archangel. He removes the hair tie and let's Michael's hair fall in front of his face. Michael looks up. Dean runs his fingers through the archangel's hair.

"You're so beautiful." Dean said with awe.

Michael rests his head on Dean's board chest.

"You see it now?"

Dean nods.

"I do."

Michael goes to stand up but Dean quickly grabs his arm and stops him.

"Don't leave."

Smirking Michael turns round and says.

"I will never leave you again. I will always be there for you. "

"Promise. "

Michael nods.

"I promise."

You finally let me in.

Michael cups his Sword's cheeks and slowly brings him in for a kiss.


"DEAN!"

Sam bursts through the door with Cas and Jack following behind. Sam paused. Across the room he saw his brother stood facing the window. Sam frowns.

"Dean?"

His brother raises his Spear. Suddenly he snaps the Spear in half and drops it on the ground.

"Dean!"

His brother turns round.

His eyes are glowing blue.

"No." Sam shakes his head. His eyes are wide with horror. "No!"

"Dean!" Jack cried.

"Dean's not home right now." Michael smirked.

"Please leave a message."

The End.