Hello and thanks for reading! I have decided to expand on my original oneshot. I had written a second chapter and got the courage to post thanks to the lovely review from Heartless BytchhakaHelenBach. Hope you enjoy!
No! Sam covered his eyes from his place on the floor as light radiated through the room. His insides clenched despite the pain running through him. His stomach burned and he wasn't sure whether it was from what Zachariah had done to him or fear for his brother. Either way, the blood that dripped from his mouth was threatened to not be the only thing coming up from his gut.
As the light receded from the room, Sam slowly lowered his hand from his face and dared to quickly glance around. Zachariah was standing in the center of the room with a large grin on his stupid, angel mug. Still sprawled in the opposite corner as Sam, was Adam, blood also dripping from his mouth. And lastly, Sam's glance fell upon Dean, the single person for whom he cared most in the world. The sight that greeted him shook Sam to his very core.
There was a shadow of giant angel wings on the wall behind Dean, his eyes glowed an intense blue, and he stood as immovable as a statue. The air was completely still as the light and shadows faded. The room was heavy with anticipation. Sam held his breath and couldn't look away, simply waiting to see what Dean – no. . . what Michael would do next.
Agony - heartbreaking, gut-wrenching agony - flowed through Sam. Questions began to swirl around Sam's mind, raining in on him like a torrential downpour. How could Dean do this? Did he think that he was saving Sam, yet again? Did Dean think that this was his burden to take on alone? Did he do this because he didn't believe Sam could resist Lucifer? His chest tightened at the thought. If Dean had done this because of Sam's own weaknesses…well, that would be almost too much to bear.
Sam's racing thoughts were cut short as movement in the room snapped him to attention. Dean – no, not Dean – Michael was slowly turning his head toward Sam, as if taking in every single detail and object in the fancy room. When his eyes finally landed on the hunter, Sam's muscles tightened and he leaned forward in trepidation of what was coming next.
A gentle smile eased its way onto Michael's face as he gazed into Sam's anxious eyes. "Sam," His words were soft and almost – caring? Sam had not expected that. "Your brother is here with me. I can tell how much he cares for you and your well-being." He paused, lifting one hand to his chest and pressing his fingertips to the heart. "His feelings are so strong, in fact, that I find myself…" His thought trailed off, the angel looked to the ground with slight confusion on his face.
Hope rose in Sam's chest. Dean was in there! He was not only there, but so present that he had Michael confused by the intense human emotions he was feeling. Leave it to Dean to muddle the emotions of an archangel immediately upon becoming a vessel. Perhaps there was a way to get through to Dean, even now.
"Michael! I just cannot express how thrilled I am to have been a part of this epic day," Zachariah butted in. His interruption jarred both Michael and Sam from their respective thoughts. "To be able to say that I had a hand, in what will most likely become one of the biggest day in Heaven's history…well, I will just be so honored to tell the story." His animated expressions and inflections angered Sam, not to mention his humble bragging. Michael had also turned his attention to the other angel and the slightest flash of annoyance crossed his face before returning to his previous, more thoughtful expression.
Zachariah was oblivious to Michael's change of countenance and continued undeterred. "To think," he exclaimed, hands gesturing wildly in the air, "that I single-handedly got the Righteous Man to say 'yes' and keep the apocalypse right on schedule is just-"
"Zachariah!" Michael's voice resounded through the room. Sam startled at the commanding voice coming from his older brother. Well, not his older brother, but it was still his voice. He had heard a tone similar to that while growing up when Dean was particularly upset with him; yet, somehow, the voice was slightly different this time. Same vocal chords, same timbre, but still… different. When it was truly Dean speaking, it was kinder.
Zachariah had stilled as Michael took a few steps towards him. Low, menacing tones emanated from him. "Your self-righteousness is unbecoming an angel of your heavenly stature. If you remain firm in this sanctimonious act, I shall have you removed from my company in Heaven and return you to a lowly foot soldier. Depart at once and return unto my sight only after you have replaced this attitude with one more becoming an Angel of the Lord."
In just a blink, Zachariah had disappeared from the room, the smug look all but wiped from his face. Sam couldn't help but be relieved of his absence despite the current circumstances.
Sam gathered himself and slowly began to stand upright, his abdomen finally free from pain. He wiped the remaining blood off his face and onto his sleeve and steeled himself to look directly at his brother, the current vessel of an archangel. "Let my brother go." Sam put all the strength he could muster into those four words. He couldn't leave here without Dean. He just couldn't.
A calm and poised demeanor had settled upon Michael, all confusion from human emotions apparently long gone. It put a chill deep into Sam's bones at the sudden difference in his demeanor. "Sam, we will meet again on the battlefield, where we will finally put to rest the will of my father. Be at peace in the knowledge that you and Dean will have fulfilled your roles in that will."
And with that, Michael also disappeared.
"No!" Sam bellowed into the nearly empty room. His heart felt like it was ripping in to tiny shreds. No!