"Oh, wow." Dean responded, and immediately gasped. He did not want to sound like he was mocking Mike or something like that, he was genuinely astounded to hear his voice and delighted that it was his kiss that brought on such reaction.

Still, Mike's eyes widened and filled with fear, his lower lip shaking as he kept opening and closing his mouth, like he wanted to say more, but couldn't. His cheeks heated up, turning red and he broke eye contact, looking away in shame and started moving away from Dean, maybe even out of the bed.

"No, no, wait, please." Dean almost shouted, the heavy thud of his own heart shifting his hearing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so... Obnoxious. It's just... So amazing to hear your voice."

He tried to explain, but his words only seemed to worsen the situation. Mike shook his head, not meeting Dean's eyes and tried to pull away again. Dean reached and grabbed his wrist, sudden rush of panic shaking him to the very core.

"Please. Don't go."Don't leave me.

Whether it was the fear in Dean's eyes, or the way his voice cracked, or maybe even the fact that Michael's whole heart ached for him, it didn't matter. Michael could not say no to Dean. So the man nodded with his eyes closed and allowed Dean to pull him closer into his warm embrace. Only one thing could ever compare to that - the way his Father's light shone upon him long time ago. But Michael believed, if he had access to his grace and could take a peek at Dean's soul, it would have shone brighter then anything his Father could produce.

With that notion, Michael snuggled even closer, nuzzling into Dean's neck and could feel the hunter take a deep, shuddering breath, and then hum it out, relaxing. Michael had never had the need for such physical contact, probably because he was an incorporeal being.Was.Now as a human, the touch, the closeness felt good, felt healing, so Michael moved even closer, and Dean just hummed his appreciation.

Dean smelt so nice.

Michael was so close and yet, to far. Suddenly he wanted to feel more, and it would be so easy to just crane his own neck just a bit and place his lips on the hunter's skin. What kind of a reaction would that cause? He hoped Dean would like it, but he couldn't be sure, after all, he was only human for a little while. Dean was a hunter and knew that vampires would go for the neck, but still it felt like that Dean wouldn't interpret it as an attack.

Michael really wished he had more experience.

As if he could feel Michael's internal struggle, Dean just tightened his embrace, and held him close, and that was pretty much all it took. Michael peacefully drifted off to sleep.

Somewhere during the night, they switched and Michael found himself embracing Dean, the hunter's face buried in the crook of his neck. Waking up to his hot breath on his skin felt so nice, and some sweet tingles coursed through his body at the idea of Dean's lips on him. Dean's lips felt so nice, so soft and just like Dean - so teasing, but caring.

Dean hummed and stirred, bringing Michael out of his thoughts, and the angel looked down only to meet Dean's sleepy eyes and a pleased smile on his face.

"Morning." Dean said and moved away to stretch, hissing a bit as he moved his leg. "You are so warm, you know that?" Dean said as if he was trying to justify why he snuggled against the man. Michael just smiled wide, but shyly, his cheeks gaining a bit of colour. He so wished to kiss Dean again, but remembered one of Dean's comments about morning breath, so he refrained, instead nudging his head towards the bathroom, silently asking if Dean wanted to freshen up.

Once again, he carried Dean into the shower and helped him strip, this time letting his fingers linger on the man's skin a bit longer then before. He left him to do his business while he brushed his teeth and then handed him the towel and underwear. After Dean brushed his teeth, Michael didn't wait a single second before leaning to kiss Dean. Right there in the shower.

After, Dean insisted he kept Michael company in the living room/kitchen while he made breakfast and Michael agreed as long as Dean kept his leg elevated. They ate pancakes again, and smiled and fed each other and were so tooth-rotten fluffy, a younger Dean would have pretended to barf. But this Dean knew, he always secretly enjoyed these kinds of moments, no matter how much he wanted to make it seem like he didn't.

Dean kept talking about everything, movies, music, creatures that go bump in the night, but every time he came close to mentioning Sam, Castiel or his purpose in the apocalypse, he cleverly averted the subject back to something funny. He didn't even tell Michael he had a brother. Like he didn't want reality to get in the way of what they had here. And maybe Michael didn't want to either.

They went outside again, set on the bench and watched the snow fall, then went inside to warm up and make dinner, all the time stealing kisses and tender touches, smiling at one another. Dean blushed a few times, but unlike Michael, his eyes didn't shy away, instead they watched the angel with such adoration, Michael couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest.

Never before has he felt so seen. And it hurt, because deep down, he knew Dean would one day learn the truth and it will hurt once he rejects him. And yet, Michael couldn't break these moments and speak up and tell Dean who he really was. Not when Dean kept stealing kisses from him while they watched yet another movie and ate popcorn, Dean's hand resting on Michael's chest as often as possible.

Once again, the angel's thoughts drifted towards Dean and his body and his soft skin and his strong muscles and how they would feel against his fingers or the palm of his hand, or under his lips. Dean was very talkative by nature, or was it to fill the silence Michael's lack of words left behind, but either way, the angel wanted to hear more. To hear his voice whisper things that would awake those tingles again, to hear him let out pleased sounds... To hear him call out Michael's name?

One would think it would be Michael that woke up with a throbbing erection the next morning, considering his thoughts the previous evening, but Dean surprised them both. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Michael seemed to have wrapped his leg around the man, his thigh pressing down on his crotch and as he shifted while waking up, he felt Dean's stiff member twitch in excitement while Dean let out a little moan, startling himself awake.

His eyes shot up wide and bore into Michael's once they found them. Dean was turning beet red, mortified and motionless and Michael carefully examined his expression. The hunter was clearly embarrassed, and scared awaiting Michael's reaction. One thing the angel learned so far about Dean was that the man, much like him, had some abandonment issues and he so much wanted to tell Dean he would be there, but knew well he couldn't make that promise. Because Dean might not want him there once he learned the truth.

So why not enjoy the time they had? Why not reach and take charge of what they wanted?

Michael never asked for anything in his whole existence, so he got nothing. Maybe it was time he started asking for things. Doing what he wanted to do, not what he was told.

He didn't have much knowledge, but he would allow to be guided, just for a chance to experience things the way humans did. For a chance to get even closer to Dean, to feel him, every part of him. With that thought in mind, Michael slowly removed his leg off Dean, and bit down on his lower lip as he let the hand that was on Dean's chest travel south.

Dean swallowed hard, his breath hitching, slight confusion and disbelief flashing in his eyes before realization hit that Michael's hand won't stop. His heart pounded louder with each beat, but he just kept staring at those soft green eyes, those kind and curious eyes and wondered what he did to deserve them.