Sam was breathing heavily as he turned around once more, immediately taking in stock of the differences. They were a stark changes in his brother that made him know that it was in fact Michael he was talking to.

He tried to push the panic down, tried to push down the urge to bow his head in submissiveness and pleadings that would fall on deaf ears. He tried to swallow down the nausea and bile rising in his throat.

He tried to stand straight and not look away, not look away from the sudden difference in his brothers eyes, that took all the emotion and all the love and care out of them and replaced them with empty pools of nothing.

He tried to speak, tried to push past the stone lodged in his throat as his knees buckled. Tried to remain strong but with each second that passed his courage and strength waned and all he could think about was the ice-fire scorching his soul.

Before he could even blink, or think to blink, Michael was suddenly in front of him, leaning in close, eyes peering deep into him.

Sam tried not to think of the fact that maybe he was looking at his soul, he flinched back hard when the archangel was suddenly so close, pleadings already on the tip of his tongue.

Michael tilted his head to the side, watching him for a moment, before his arms came up, one hand going to grip at his chin and the other holding onto his arm. Sam froze, unable to move; he wasn't sure if that was Michaels doing or his own mind.

"What a resilient creature you are." Michael murmured. "After all that, after the cage and Lucifers rage, here you remain." his eyes went to Sams chest once more. "And there you truly are."

He felt like he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he was just another plaything once more, trapped in a cage and surrounded by Archangel wings. Desperately he tried to claw out of that, tried to push away from that mindset; he was out, he was out, he was out.

"How pure you are." Michael whispered, gripping at Sam tightly. "No wonder he tried to destroy you, you are just so much of him that he couldn't bare it."

What the hell was he talking about? Sam tried to ask, tried to make his mouth move, but nothing came out, he could barely move, let alone speak.

Michael slowly moved his hands over Sams arms, up and down his chest, curling around his shoulders. Just stroking at him and keeping him in place, marveling at something only he could see.

It took an extreme amount of effort, but finally, Sam managed to speak, even if slightly. "Get out of my brother." he whispered.

"Dean consented to me." Michael told him, eyes coming up to bear down on Sams gaze. It took everything Sam had, and some that he didn't know that he had, to keep that gaze and not look away.

"I have my own desires and wants Sam." Sam hated how his name rolled off of Michaels, Deans, tongue and lips, shuddering slightly. "And your brother has agreed to help."

"You want to kill God." Sam recalled, barely able to keep from scoffing. "You can't do that, no one can."

"If anything I'm the only other one that can, other than the Darkness." Michael told him. "And you're going to help me too."

"Killing God kills the world." Sam told him, shaking as Michael suddenly yanked him close enough that their faces were centimeters away.

"Not if you kill the Darkness as well." Michael breathed out. "It's all about balance and keeping the scales together, kill one and kill the other to keep it done. Simple."

"Not simple, you're just an archangel. The first one but nowhere near as powerful as God." Sam told him, trying to steady himself mentally.

He's out, he's out, he's out.

"Gather enough power and anyone would be able to." Michael hummed, letting one hand still drift over Sams chest. "I'll have half that power, you'll have the other, and together we can strike them down."

"And why the hell am I going to help you kill God?" Sam demanded, already knowing the answer. Michael had Dean right where he wanted him, to be used, to be manipulated on both ends; his and Deans.

"Why wouldn't you?" Michael asked him instead. "Haven't you called out to him? Haven't you prayed, begged, pleaded to him? I remember in the cage, you calling him for help and he ignored you. "

Michael reached up and pushed back a lock of Sam's hair, a mimicry of how Dean would do it at times. "I remember you losing your faith in him. I remember you praying and praying and praying, over and over and over again."

"He left you, he abandoned you, he deserted you to the so called mercy of Lucifer." Michael continued. "I was his loyal son Sam, back then. And he abandoned us both, he abandoned his creations, thrown aside as nothing important. He saw your suffering and your pain, and he chose to ignore you."

"Don't you want revenge on god?"

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