Oh? Whats that? I HAVE REVIEWS TO REPLY TO?
Robin0203: IT ALL SOOOO CUTE!
Child of Dreams: (smirks back)
Telentropy X: YOU AND ME BOTH MY FRIEND! Big Bro Michael is in charge now man! It's been so long! How you been buddy? Hows life? Whats been going on? SAME TO YOU MAN! UPDAAAAAAATE SOON!
AN: This is not the end guys I have plans for this, I promise, just took a bit to figure out what exactly the plans were LOL but im back now my friends!
"He needs to stretch his wings out and surely they need groomed."
Michael had not made any demands since Chuck had brought him here, more content to be with his brother and helping him regain his strength then to bother with the humans, so when he came to them with his demands they listened.
Listened intently.
"And...?"
He sighed, "And I need a room big enough for him to do so."
Chuck rubbed a hand over His chin, smiling slightly when the band on the archangel's wrist began to glow and the younger took form. Lucifer smiled and nodded, motioning to his shoulders with glee, clearly as excited to get his wings groomed as Michael was to groom them.
"He promised did he?"
Lucifer nodded again, much more happy then Sam had ever seen him, and that was not something he thought he'd ever describe Lucifer as. Lucifer wasn't exactly a happy person. But something in him had changed, he often hung from Michael's shoulder or around his arm, smiling or grinning about something that none of them were privy to.
He merely enjoyed being in his older brothers presence again.
Chuck smiled at him lightly, "You always enjoyed having them scratched didn't you?"
Michael sighed and waved a hand at the younger to silence him softly, this needed to be done despite the promises he'd made whilst he was doing it, it would help in the healing process. Lucifer nodded and piped down, moving to stand behind his brother again, smiling to himself. He leaned against his older brother's shoulder, smiling softly, but staying as silent as he could.
Sam looked up from his book, eyes taking the two angel brothers in, and then his own, "Well there's the old factory upstairs. You could probably fit up there."
Michael nodded in thanks and turned to give Lucifer a look, eyes narrowed, "Don't do that Lucifer.", and they both flickered out a moment later. Chuck chuckled to Himself and shook His head.
"Woah.", was the only thing that Sam managed to get out when they stepped into the warehouse above them, never expecting to see all fo this, Chuck hums next to him, mindful of where He steps as to not accidently step on a wing.
"Woah indeed."
He steps forward, running His hand over the top of the a rosie wing, it shifts slight under His touch, the feathers rustling beneath His fingers.
"This way."
He leads Sam around a large wing, flat against the floor, as they walk Chuck runs His hand over a wing, as they pass it, and smiles when it curls and ruffles under His touch. Sam is amazed, struck silent by awe, he had never seen an angels wings before and most certainly not so clearly before. They head towards what seems to be the the center, where they see Michael sitting, leaning against an old desk, Lucifer is curled in his lap, facing them, eyes closed peacefully. It doesnt take a genius to know he's sleeping.
He does that a lot now.
Chuck smiles at them, kneeling slightly to pet at his hair, "How is he?"
Michael hums softly, never pausing in his movements, his fingers weaving in and out of the feathers under his touch. Pulling the ones too far damaged free, and rubbing the dark Hell Dust clean from the feathers that were able to be saved, and looks up for only a minute.
"Getting there. It is a slow process."
That it was.
"It took me nearly all day to get where I am. They did not look like this when I first started."
They could only imagine what they must have looked like before Michael had begun cleaning them up, clearing away the nastier ones so that the new feathers could have a chance to come in. Lucifer mumbled near silently and turned in his sleep, under his Father's touch he shifts, eyes fluttering for a mere moment ebfore he dropped off again, nuzzling into his brothers thigh again.
"Is there anything you need?"
Michael stops then, his fingers pausing in their motions, and he appears suddenly nervous to ask for such a favor he desires to ask for. Chuck stops his petting His second sons hair, pausing for a moment as He peers up at the first, already knowing what he wants to ask but not pushing it.
All things in good time. Besides this was something that he needed to ask for, something he needed to do for himself, so He waits patiently.
The archangel licks his lips, ducking under both of their gazes, so unlike the Michael Sam has met before, he can't help but stare.
"Can I...May I...More grace?"
Chuck stands, smiling softly, and reaches for the archangels cheek. Michael sighs and leans into the touch, closing his eyes as he lets out a deep breath, power seems to transfer from His hand to the others cheek, and Michael inhales deeply, "You just had to ask.", Chuck leans forward and presses His lips to the angels forehead before stepping back completely. Michael sighed contentedly, still for a moment, and he smiled.
"Thank you...", Chuck looks hopeful for a moment, and Michael stops midsentence, Sam can see Him holding a breath, "Father?", Michael nodded slowly, cautious, "Father."
He smiled at the name, nodding in reply, and turned to leave them to it. Michael knew what he was doing, he had groomed plenty of wings in his day, and needn't anyone's help in the matter.
"Come on down when you're done.", Sam turns to follow as Chuck Himself turns to head back downstairs once more, "Your own wings need grooming and your brother is in no state to do so himself."
"I don-"
"I don't think I posed that as an offer", Chuck spares him a look over His shoulder, "When you come back downstairs I will see to your wings."
Michael ducks his head, fingers returning to their weaving and grooming motions, Lucifer huffed and made a soft noise of comfort before he falls back into his deep sleep.
"We'll see if I can still get you to sleep like that."
Sam chuckled as the raven haired archangel flushed crimson and ducked further, jogging to catch up with the older man as He descended the stairs, Chuck was chuckling under His breath seemingly knowing that He had made His son blush brightly.
He reached out to grab His shoulder, wanting to know for himself, "Does he really?", there was something he found amusing about the great and mighty Archangel Michael looking like Lucifer was, sleeping so soundly and making those near silent sounds of comfort. Chuck looked up at him, His eyes twinkling with amusement, knowing perfectly well what He'd done.
"Oh, you'd find it extremely amusing", Chuck's tone was light as He spoke about it, "Michael makes this little sound, like a kitten's mew?, when you find this one spot between his primaries."
He most certainly wouldn't be the first angel that had been put to sleep whilst He groomed their wings, it used to be a common sight long ago in Heaven, especially when it had been Him and His archangels.
Most assumed that when the angels were created, they came into being as adults, but it couldn't be more farther from the truth. Why do you think it took Him so long to actually finish creating His angels, not even He wanted to try is luck at having thousands upon thousands of baby angels running around (though according to the humans they all appeared at the same time, fully grown, but time had no meaning in Heaven, thus their belief was left alone), raising the four at a time, even if it was at different and separate intervals, was hard enough.
"And yes, if I still got it, I can very much make him fall asleep rather easily."
"I thought angels didn't need to sleep."
"They don't", Chuck scratched at His chin, "But it doesn't mean they don't enjoy it. Who doesnt like to sleep? I enjoy sleeping."
Sam smiled as he pictured it, separating from His side as soon as they made it back to the bunker, heading towards the library.
It was much later into the day, just before the sun had set, that Sam made his way from the library to the kitchen for a quick snack, and turned down the hall for the entertainment room, the television was casting a faint glow down the hall as someone was in there watching something. He just turned the corner when he saw Him, Chuck was reclining on the couch that Sam was sure was not there before, socked feet crossed on a coffee table in front of him.
His eyes take a moment to adjust to the sudden darkness of the bunkers version of a living room, focusing on the dark figure curled slightly on His lap, and once his eyes adjust he realizes that this dark figure is someone he recognizes and the surprise at seeing something so domestic from the pair leaves him completely still for a good moment, his mind coming to a complete stop, there curled up on His lap is none other then Michael and he's sound asleep. Chuck must know he's standing there in the doorway but He makes no outward appearance to acknowledge it, Sam can join them if he chooses to or not. He absentmindedly runs His fingers through the dark raven hair, scratching at the scalp softly, watching whatever movie thats on.
Not wanting to interrupt this moment that he thought they so needed, this entire family needed a moment like this, Sam turns to leave them be. Quietly he steps away from the living room, careful of where he sets his feet as to not wake the archangel from his slumber and disturb Chuck from His movie.
And he just hoped that this wouldn't end just as bad as it had the first time.
Part of him didn't think that Lucifer or Michael would be able to handle Him leaving again.