Title: When we reach Jerusalem
Disclaimer: totally not my creations
Warnings: blasphemy? Spoilers for season three. I wrote this before all of season five's revelations regarding the Winchesters.
Pairings: if you infer what I've implied, there's Satan/Michael and Sam/Dean
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 575
When he fell, Sammael tried to pull Michael down with him.
Sometimes, Michael wishes Yahweh hadn't interceded and that he'd fallen with his brother.
Separately, they watch Azazel's plan unfold; neither knows the other has a favorite. Michael hopes that Sam sways Dean to his side, so they'll be together forever. But Satan wishes for Dean to stay strong and ease his brother back from the abyss.
Michael aids Sam where he can, whispering knowledge into his dreams. He lends the boy his strength for the battles with demons.
Satan murmurs soothing words in the night, warding Dean from bad dreams. He punishes the dealmaker who takes Dean's bargain, sending it deep into the Pit after Sam's execution. Satan commands Lilith to release the boy, but it has been eons since she heeded his word.
Why do you torture yourself so? Uriel asks Michael. Ashmedai has the same question for Satan.
Neither replies, for the answer is filled by millennia of regret.
On the eve of war, Michael approaches Satan in the middle-place. They haven't stood so close since the Fall.
Hello, brother, Michael says.
No one has named me that since you. Satan looks at him for a long moment. Why are you here?
Michael hesitates, gaze skittering away before returning. I need your forgiveness, Sammael, he finally whispers.
Satan flinches at the name.
Continuing, Michael steps closer. I should have fallen with you. I… I regret that I did not, that Father stopped me.
No, Michael, Satan says harshly. You can't mean that.
(On the battlefield, Sam offers Dean his hand. "Come with me," he implores. "Please.")
Michael reaches out, fingers soft on Satan's face. We should never have been enemies.
Satan jerks back, knocking Michael's arm away. He hisses, We could never be anything else.
Lowering his head, Michael entreats, Forgive me. You have been lonely, I know. As have I.
Snarling, Satan backs up further. Leave, Michael. Return to your Father, your armies. I'll see you at the frontline. He straightens his spine, wings flaring out. As it was always meant to be.
("I can't," Dean replies, agony in his voice. "I can't.")
Michael rears back, pain in his eyes. I will see you, he says, taking to the air. And you'll understand then.
Satan watches him go and whispers, Goodbye, brother.
("Please," Sam begs. "I don't want to destroy you, Dean."
Dean looks out over the destruction, fire in the sky and blood soaking the ground.)
Michael does not lead the angels. Uriel can't sense him.
He is gone, Yahweh rumbles. Uriel bows his head.
Satan searches and finally locates Michael on the far edge of the battle. He defends himself against both sides, killing either with ease, but does not initiate any fight.
What are you doing? Satan demands.
Michael slashes him with a piercing glance. Showing you.
Go back to Heaven! Satan roars. It is your place, ever at your Father's side.
No! Michael roars back.
Both demons and angels pause, attention caught.
("Sammy…" A sob catches in Dean's throat. "Can't you stop this?"
"No." Sam's voice is infinitely gentle. "It's too late for that.")
Why are you doing this? Satan asks, completely at a loss. After the Son, you are His favorite.
Michael slowly moves closer. I made a mistake, Sammael. All those ages ago, I made a terrible mistake, and I've paid for it.
He holds out a hand.
Forgive me, brother.
(Dean closes his eyes.)