It started with a tender kiss and Dean's hand on Michael's shoulder, but it gradually became more passionate and Michael had to confess, he really enjoyed it. His entire body felt like it was on fire and electrified and liquid all in the same time and it felt... Someone might say it felt heavenly. But to Michael, who knew well what Heaven felt like, this was so much better. So much better then the warmth of his father's light.

Dean would capture his lip sometimes and it sent pleasant shivers down his spine, other times he would use that wicked tongue if his and twirl it around Michael's, and that would make tiny jolts prickle just under his skin, but the best part, the absolute favorite were Dean's lips. Soft and tender, they would leave this amazing sensation everywhere they went and it was the best feeling in the world.

Michael lost track of how long they have been kissing, but figured it must have been long because Dean broke the kiss panting and he would always do that when he needed more air. Even Michael himself felt oxygen deprived, so each breath was a welcoming one. If his body didn't remind him occasionally, he would forget he needed to breathe now. It is such a human feeling, but he felt it grounded him, and in a good way. Kept him anchored to Earth, to reality, otherwise he might have floated away to the stars and gotten lost for then next millennia or two. And miss this. And he did not want to miss this.

Dean smiled at him, his eyes hooded and filled with excitement, Michael could feel him radiate with it, spreading it around like a disease. And the angel was infected, completely. Unconsciously, he bit down on his lip, some residual nervous tick his vessel used to have, but he didn't mind it, not when it drew Dean's attention and made him press his lips against Michael's once more.

Only this time, his hand didn't remain on Michael's shoulder, but travelled up his neck to his jawline and Michael could feel himself melt to the touch as his body released small hums of appreciation. He never knew how good a simple touch could be. The connection it made, a single touch to show the mind one is not all alone in this big world. And Dean's touches were by far the most... Calming and thrilling at the same time, it was extraordinary. To feel two completely different things at the same time, the paradox of it...

He might have beenthemost powerful archangel in the whole world, second to God Himself, but not even he had the power to do something like this. Well, at least until he rendered himself human. He saw, he felt what his touches did to Dean and he wanted to feel it too, and Dean was more then willing to show him.

Dean's hand lingered on Michael's neck for a few minutes, his thumb brushing over the yaw line, and then it travelled down, over his collarbone and to his chest and Michael arched to the touch, needing to feel more, needing it now. Dean's fingers left a fiery trail in their wake, and he could feel it pool in the pit of his stomach, but he didn't dare move, not when Dean's hand wandered lower and then under his shirt and it was so warm and soft and it felt so good Michael completely forgot himself and allowed Dean to lift the shirt up and tug it so that Michael would remove it.

The angel's eyes grew wide when he heard Dean say "Oh, cool tat. Is that a protection sigil?" and grew even wider when Dean started tracing it with his fingers. Michael could feel the grace under it bubble and reach out to Dean, to his touch and he flinched. The action made Dean's eyes snap up at him, his whole hand accidentally pressing against the sigil on his hip. Michael gasped and quickly moved back, not daring to meet Dean's eyes.

"This isn't a tattoo, someone caved this into you. Why?" Dean asked but Michael shook his head, then pointed a finger at himself, still not meeting Dean's eyes. "You did this? Why would you do that?" Dean asked, his voice calm and caring and filled with concern. Michael felt bad, how could he tell him? He shouldn't lie to him, he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him that. So he did the only thing that made sense and like a little child, he hid his face in his hands.

"Oh, to hide? Does this shield you from angels? Maybe even demons?" Dean asked carefully and it would be easy, wouldn't it? Just nod and agree, take the exit the man so easily provided. And Michael was just weak enough to do it, too. Weaker then even this human before him. How could they ever think angels were superior beings?

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to talk about it, alright?" Dean said and reached to remove Michael's hands of his face, and the angel allowed it, and it really was worth it, to see that bright smile of Dean's again. Oh, how good it felt, how healing it was to see it. How bright he shined...

Michael surged forward and captured Dean's lips in a needy kiss, startling the man, but he quickly regained himself and kissed back, pouring all the comfort and strength into the kiss making Michael silently whimper. He did not deserve it. He did not deserve Dean. But just this once, could he not have what he wanted? He reached and pulled Dean closer, the man almost falling forward and on top of him. He only managed to stay on his side because his leg was still boarded-up, in a makeshift cast Michael made for him. But his hand ended up back on Michael's chest, and the angel gasped feeling the warm hand on his bare skin.

The gasp caused him to open his mouth and Dean immediately took advantage and sucked in Michael's lower lip while his hand caressed over the angel's chest and to his nipple. The second those soft fingers brushed over Michael's nipple, a powerful jolt wrecked his system making the angel shout out. To that, Dean pulled away only to smirk at Michael then dived down and captured the other one between his lips. Michael gasped so much, taking in a lot of air and instantly feeling lightheaded, the feeling only amplifying the sensations his body was experiencing.

Dean playing with his nipple, altering from wetting it with his hot tongue to catching it between his teeth, applying the slightest pressure made Michael feel as though there were millions of fire ants crawling over his vessel's skin, setting him ablaze. He didn't even feel Dean's hand leave his chest and travel down, until those smooth fingers slipped in his underwear and wrapped themselves around his vessel's erection.

A loud scream exploded in the room as Michael orgasm ripped itself from him, his voice erupting along it a boomingaaaaaah, his mind completely submerged into that ecstatic feeling, one Michael had never experienced before and was beyond anything he could ever imagine.

He turned his big eyes over to meet Dean as he tried to regain his breath and his senses, and whatever Dean saw in his expression must have eased his worry, the concern in his stunning green eyes melting into something softer and affectionate. He leaned in to just brush his lips against Michael's for a second, then pulled away a smiled adoringly.

"Aaaaaand now we both need a shower." Dean said and made Michael laugh, feeling so good, elevated and light as a feather, completely carefree.