Title: Say Something (I'm giving up on you)
Summary: Mafia AU. God is the Mafia boss.
His blood will forever be on your hands, Michael.
Songs for this chapter are based from: "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift ft. The civil war
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Pairing(s): Michifer, slight Samifer, eventual Midam
Warning(s): Incest, character death, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE (upon request), yaoi, violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sea: Alright, so, this is the final chapter of "Say something (I'm giving up on you)".
Warnings of Character death and attempted suicide are most prominent in this chapter, thanks to Michael and Lucifer.
Grab your chocolate and tissues now, while you can, because I'm gonna make this a heart strings puller!
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Enjoy!
Michael stood before his brother with cold brown-gold eyes as he held the same pistol in his left hand as the day Lucifer had seen him last. He had only the smallest hint of regret in his eyes, but otherwise, he stood firm before Lucifer.
'God' had taken note of Lucifer's withdraw almost two years ago and had grown suspicious. Of course, he didn't imply his suspicions at first. Or at least, not to Michael he hadn't. Michael suspected 'God' knew for a while before two years ago, but he had always hoped he was wrong.
Either way, all Michael knew, was that he was sent to finish his job. He didn't exactly want to, but if he didn't, God had told him he would send someone else…
"Lucifer… It's time we finish what has been started…" A solemn tone met Lucifer's ears and the blond felt a bit heart broken.
After a moment, Lucifer nodded and looked down. "Let me… Let me write a note first… Please."
There was a frown on Michael's half, but after a moment, the raven haired man nodded. He stepped back to wait on the porch steps. "Make it quick, Lucifer."
Lucifer nodded and closed the door. He didn't want Dante getting loose to attack his brother. Despite Michael being the dangerous threat to him and the home, he still was his brother. As Lucifer made it past the gate once more, he walked to grab a pen and paper. He tore out a sheet and wrote in neat hand writing. He hoped his shaking hands didn't affect the letters too much.
My dearest Sammy,
It seems my past has finally come back to haunt me. I am so sorry, and I hope you will forgive me.
Just remember, kiddo… M. F. E. O. We were made for each other.
Your Stardust,
Lucifer.
Lucifer closed his eyes and finished writing the note. He placed down the pen and the notebook he was using for something to write on before taking out an envelope. He folded the paper and stuck it in the envelope. Once it was in the envelope, Lucifer looked around, and found the pen again. He wrote Sam's name in fancy scrawl, before looking around once more. He frowned when he couldn't find any tape.
"… Dante, come." Lucifer called the dog.
The Doberman came to his owner and sat on his hind legs. Lucifer knelt in front of the black and brown dog and tucked the envelope neatly into the dogs' collar. He pet the dogs' head gently and whispered how he was a good boy.
"Dante…. That letter is for Sam. You give it to Sam when he comes home. Understand?"
The dog let out a small whine. Dante could sense something bad was going to happen and the dog didn't like it. Lucifer pet behind the small ears once before he stood up again.
"Stay, Dante." He pointed to the dog when he gave the order.
The dog didn't move with the exception of laying on his stomach.
Lucifer praised him one final time before taking a deep breath. He moved to leave the house once more. Lucifer made sure the gate was up before he left and sent one final sad look to his dog. The Doberman was still exactly where Lucifer ordered him to stay. The blond felt a sense of pride for only a moment, before he moved to leave the house.
Lucifer made sure to leave his keys to the house along with his wallet, cell phone and anything else just inside the door way. He stepped out after emptying his pockets and nodded to Michael.
"Let's go, then." Michael said gently and led Lucifer to his truck. They both got in and they left the home.
Michael drove them about half an hour away from the home and to another ware house. Lucifer always wondered what it was with Michael and ware houses, but he supposed it was just his thing. They both stepped out and entered the abandoned building. Lucifer stood approximately five feet from his brother.
His eyes were already closed, so Michael didn't have to see how scared he was at that moment. He stood straight and stock still. He only spoke in a light tone. "Michael… I have a request. Please."
"What is it, Lucifer?" Michael was placing the bullets in the barrel of the pistol at that moment. He could listen to a single request if his brother wanted him to. As long as it was a reasonable one, Michael would oblige to a dying wish from his younger brother.
"Once I'm gone… I want you to go back and tell Sam how truly sorry I am… I never told him a lot about me, and I want him to understand why I had to die…"
Michael felt his throat constrict as he hesitated. "Lucifer, I…"
"Please, Michael." The younger brother pleaded. He still did not open his eyes, though.
After a moment, Michael sighed and gave a nod. "Okay. I will oblige to this wish, Luca."
"And Michael…? I want you to live a full life… Gabriel still needs one of his brothers to live on. If not for me, then please live on for him…"
Damn it… Any hope Michael could finish himself after flew out the window at the request and Michael clenched his eyes shut a moment. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and he gave a nod. "I will live on… As you wish, I will live on for Gabriel…"
Lucifer gave him a heart wrenching smile and gave a nod. "I'm ready, Michael… Please make it quick." He spoke gently and Michael aimed the pistol. Tear stains trailed down Lucifer's cheeks and Michael felt himself shaking.
After a moment of deafening silence, three bangs rang out through the empty building. Lucifer stumbled from each shot. His eyes were wide, but soon a peaceful expression crossed his face. He smiled as he fell to the ground. A final tear chased the other trail as his body hit the floor. His body was surrounded by a deep red puddle in only minutes.
Michael didn't notice the tears until the cold liquid his hands. He dropped to his knees and the gun fell from his fingers once more. "Lucifer…?" The name fell from his lips.
"Brother… Wake up…." Michael crawled to his side and pulled him close. He buried his face in the soft blond hair, which was stained red in the back.
"God…. No. What – what have I done?" His tears mixed into Lucifer's hair, his sobs muffled by his face buried in his brothers' hair.
"Brother… Brother…! Brother!"
Michael now sat in his truck just outside the home of his brother and his brothers' lover – Sam, if he remembered right…
He had promised he would talk with Sam, but… It just didn't feel right. Not just yet, anyways. The blue Ford Focus was already in the drive way. Michael knew Sam was home because of the Focus being in the drive way. Through Sam and Lucifer's time together, Sam just never could get rid of the car.
Sam had been home for about an hour now, and had already received the letter from Dante's collar. It had confused him and he had tried to call Lucifer to ask if he would explain. When he found the cell phone – along with the keys, wallet and other things, it had only served to confuse Sam further.
There was a knock at the door and Dante began to growl once more that day.
"Dante, hush. It might just be Daddy." Sam chided the dog, and moved to check who it was. He made sure the dogs both stayed in the living room, before he went to answer the door.
Seeing a man in a white button up shirt and black suit confused the young brunette of twenty-seven. "Um, can I help you?"
"That depends. Are you Sam Winchester-Shurley?"
"Yes, that's me. And you are?" Sam looked even more confused. Where was his boyfriend, and who was this man?
"My name is Michael Shurley. I am Lucifer Shurley's older brother. I have come to inform you a little bit about Lucifer Shurley's past life upon his dying wish." The man spoke so calmly, is was rather concerning.
"What do you mean his dying wish? Where is my boyfriend? Where is Nick?" By this point, Sam was starting to break into hysterics.
Michael was a little surprised this kid called his brother Nick. Only a very select few would call his brother by his middle name. After a moment, the raven nodded to past the brunette. "Can I come in and we can talk inside?"
Sam was hesitant but after a moment, he nodded and stepped to the side. "Before you come in the living room, let me put Dante and Max in my room." He said and stepped over the gate to do just that. He took both dogs by their collars and led them to his and Lucifer's bed room. He shut them in the room before he came back and opened the gate for Michael to come in. "Have a seat if you want." Sam nodded to the couch and moved to sit in the recliner chair.
"Thank you." Michael sat on the couch and faced Sam. "… Lucifer and I are brothers. He is the middle child in the Shurley family line. We have a younger brother named Gabriel, as well. All three of us are in a Mafia organization in Kansas…"
Sam listened patiently and frowned a little as the story went on.
"About five years ago, our boss gave me an order to kill Lucifer. Obviously, I could not finish the job at the time. I let my emotions cloud my judgment and I let him run away with a wound to his leg. I haven't seen him since until today. I was forced to come today because if I didn't, our boss would have sent someone else. Someone more ruthless than I, if I must admit to such." Michael took a deep breath. "I was forced to kill him. And I did.. I finished my job." Michael unbuttoned his black suit jacket to reveal his white shirt underneath. The shirt was covered in blood, but it wasn't his… It was Lucifer's. Somehow he was sure Sam would know this.
And Sam did. The brunette covered his mouth as tears began to prickle at the corners of his eyes. "Oh God…" He whispered to himself.
Michael nodded. "I was given the order to kill my brother. It was because I was the most ruthless we had at the time. I never let my emotions tie me to a client. But.. With Lucifer… He was my brother. I was the one who raised him since we were children… I loved him… I loved him more than a brother should love another." Michael explained. "I was also given the order because I was the reason he screwed up on his missions all the time. It was my responsibility to make sure Lucifer always did everything he needed to. And I failed him…"
As Michael continued, Sam's cheeks were stained with tears and the brunette let out small sobs. Why did… Why did this man have to tell him any of this? Sam would have been happier to just hear the police report later!
After a moment, Michael spoke again. "… I can assure you, you will not be getting any police reports on this matter. Neither will you be receiving my brothers' body. I am taking him back to Kansas with me. You may attend the funeral if you wish, but nothing more."
At that, Michael stood and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Sam cried out to him. "You can't do that! He's my boyfriend! You killed MY boyfriend, you asshole!" Sam yelled after he jumped to his feet.
Michael turned but only to stare at the brunette who dared to yell in his direction. After a moment, he pulled out a ring from his pocket to toss to Sam. The brunette caught it barely and looked to it in confusion. It was an engagement ring and Sam's eyes grew wide when he realized this.
"That was left in his pocket. I can only assume he was going to propose to you tonight. I will send you a formal invitation to when the funeral will be held. Have a good night, Mister Winchester."
It was three weeks later when Sam received finally the invitation to Lucifer's funeral. It was to be held the following Friday.
Sam packed a bag that night, and made sure Dante and Max were in their kennels in the car, before he drove to Lawrence, Kansas that night. He sent a text message to his brother, who was still living there, and he received his okay to stay with Dean for the week until the funeral.
As promised, Sam was allowed to go to the funeral. He had met Gabriel there, as well as Michal for the second time. Michael was still an ass, so Dean went with him. Sam liked Gabriel enough though. Sam and Gabriel talked about all the pranks Lucifer would help them both play on people and Sam was pretty pleased with the shorter man.
Michael watched as Gabriel and Sam conversed in the corner and sighed to himself. Michael felt like a real dick for being so harsh to Sam, but… He did love Lucifer first… And Sam stole him away, before Michael could have the chance to go after his brother, so they could run away…
Michael decided it would be best to keep his distance. He could see every now and then the glisten of the engagement ring. Sam would also twist it on his finger every now and then too, and it annoyed Michael that his brother would want to marry that boy…
Michael lived long enough for his brother…
He figured this out after three years after his brothers' death. He wanted it to end already!
Why? Why did he agree to live for Lucifer?!
The angry thoughts passed through his mind as he held a bottle of pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He had attempted suicide before, but this time… This time Gabriel wasn't here to stop him. For that, he was thankful.
He swallowed the pills and laid down on his bed. He closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest… Now just to wait for the blissful darkness he was so close to on multiple times.
Michael could hear the faint beeping of a heart monitor and silently he cursed himself.
Damn it!
He wondered only briefly if it was Adam or Gabriel who stopped him this time… He didn't care. He could be chewed out later. Right now he was just so tired…
Michael didn't wake again until the next day. At his side, was Adam Milligan-Winchester. He was the youngest Winchester brother and Michael's lover.
Michael sighed and his hand slowly moved to cover Adam's. The blond boy groaned and slowly lifted his head. When he saw Michael awake, his eyes went wide before the boy moved to hug tight to Michael. "Asshole…" He mumbled to the other. "What have Gabe and I said about the suicide?"
"Not to do it.." Michael smiled gently and a sluggish arm wrapped around him. "I'm sorry, Adam… I couldn't take the pain…"
"That's what the anti-depressants are for, Michael!" Adam scolded him and Michael chuckled.
"I'm sorry, Adam…" He mumbled again, before his eyes closed once more. He let himself slip into a deep sleep. This time… He didn't wake up.
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I can't decide if I'm sorry for this or not…