AN: Hello! Sorry for not updating in a while. Anyway, this is what dean is doing while being trapped. And I forgot to mention that I'm bad at grammar so please correct me if I've worded something incorrectly or it is spelled wrong. I also might change the name of the story. If anyone has any suggestions then please comment. Ok let's get on with the story.
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Usually when an angel possesses a human with their consent, they shove them in the deepest corner of their mind and do not let them hear or see what they are doing.
Some angels let the human dream while they're using their body or Meat-suit as angels call them.
Others just leave them in there with nothing other than them self just starring into darkness. Well the ones who are soldiers under the orders of 'God' and do not completely understand humanity.
This archangel is different. He lets his vessel see the destruction he has caused.
In Deans mind, this is worse than hell because these are real people not souls.
He sees everything he has done with his own two hands and he can't stop
He has no control.
He's burned several office buildings down and one elementary school. He's killed thousands. He was walking down the street of New York at 12 in the morning and stopped by a beggar. Then he grabbed an angel blade and stabbed her. This was the because he thought she was filthy and didn't deserve to live on this planet.
He cannot speak or try to push out the archangel Michael for he is far too strong.
Dean has given up hope that he's ever going to make it out alive.
Sometimes he just wishes he were dead. Or in hell for that matter.
The cloths. Michael dresses like a old man. Dean laughs at the thought but then Michael looks at him in the reflection of the glass in the shoe store window.
"I did not permit you to speak Meat-suit" Michael said coldly.
"Sorry 'Sir' it's just that you dress like a 70 year old man." Dean said with a chuckle. "And I didn't talk I laughed. I'm guessing you feathery assholes don't know what's funny other than-" He was cut off by Michael again.
"I said do not speak!"
With that the shoe store went up in flames.
He shut up immediately.
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I wrote this really late (4:30am) so it might be a little bit better than the other chapters and I can't write the parts about Jack. I'm a night owl. :p