Summary:
Ever since Lucifer escaped Hell, Dean's been feeling... funky. Sam's noticed it too. So has Cas.
It's probably nothing though.
Author's note:
Ok so first thing's first, I am an incredibly slow writer. So while I will try to update semi regularly, I probably won't commit to an upload schedule any time soon.
Second, the bare bones of this story are heavily inspired by Aytheria's wonderful, yet sadly incomplete work, Unbind. If you haven't read it, you definitely should.
Third, I have yet to finish the series, but this diverges at the beginning of Season five, so that shouldn't be too much of an issue. You should know, though, that I've pretty much ignored any canon lore relating to nephilim so uhh, if that bothers you maybe don't read?
Anyways this is just the prologue. Chapter one should be up soonish (this is my first multi chapter story, exciting!)
Prologue
Faith is a funny thing. So is family.
Michael had once thought he'd known all there was to know about both, but now… Now he wasn't so sure.
There was a time that Michael followed his Father's orders without fail. He was the Prince of Angels, the good son. He was the perfect role model for all in heaven, loyal and obedient to the Almighty above all else. Even when Father asked him to cast his closest brother into the Pit, he did it without question.
But then Father disappeared (left them), then Gabriel (ran away). Then Raphael became distant, detached (broken), and Michael felt his faith slipping. Losing one brother he could handle (could he?), but not his whole family.
Now the apocalypse was nearing, and Michael wasn't sure he could follow through. Casting Lucifer out was one thing, but killing his brother? The thought pushed Michael's already waning faith over the edge.
So when Raphael told him it was time for the vessels to be conceived, Michael did something he had never done before in all his millenia of existence: He panicked.
He couldn't go through with it, he couldn't kill his brother, he couldn't.
Then something occurred to him, if there were no vessels, there could be no apocalypse, right?
He couldn't kill them. He may not be particularly fond of humans, but these humans were his and his brother's vessels. In a way, they were a part of them. He would have to find another way then.
He could always…
No. It was unthinkable.
But what choice did he have?
And that was how Michael found himself, speaking to one John Winchester on the night his vessel was to be conceived, and again four years later for Lucifer's.
John Winchester would not remember either of these encounters, but he wouldn't need to. Michael only hoped it would be enough.
