Happy Monday everyone! This chapter hadn't originally been in my mind as part of this story, but considering how much angst was possible, I couldn't get rid of this idea. A big thanks to theRedzak, Heartless BytchhakaHelenBach1, and guest for the reviews. Thanks also to those who are reading and following the story. It gives me the encouragement I need to continue posting. Enjoy!
Michael walked towards the brown house. Stone wrapped around the bottom, turning in to siding above it, and shingles at the top. He paused at the end of the sidewalk that lead to the porch and cocked his head to the side. Curious. He did not understand why two people were so important that his vessel's consent had hinged upon their protection. Michael had agreed. Their protection from the apocalypse was a small price to pay for the event itself to continue on course.
He could feel Dean's human emotions running through him. It was confusing for the angel to understand them, even an angel of his status. There was relief, fright, and something else he couldn't quite identify. Dean was trying to hide it from him.
Dean, why are you afraid? Michael directed his question inwards toward Dean. Ambivalence and silence was returned to him. He patiently waited for an answer, still standing on the sidewalk. A misty rain started to fall, wetting his hair and the shoulders of his leather jacket.
Dude, just get on with this. Be easy on her though. You're wearing my face.
The response wasn't what he had been expecting, nor did it actually answer his question. Nevertheless, Michael began a slow procession towards the door. He had barely begun forward when the door was thrown open and a woman with black hair was standing there with a shocked look on her face.
"Oh my god," she proclaimed before running to Michael and throwing her arms around his neck. "I can't believe you're here. The way you talked last time… I thought..." Upon realizing that her hug had not been returned, Lisa slowly lowered her arms and backed up to look him in the eyes.
"Dean, what's wrong?" The mist and tears slowly mixing on her face.
"I am not Dean, Lisa. My name is Michael. I am an archangel of the Lord and in accordance to my agreement with Dean, I am here to take you and your son to safety. Please gather your belongings and come with me."
"What the hell are you saying?" her calm voice had an underlying panic tinged to it and anxiety was rising in her eyes. "What happened to Dean?"
"Do not fear. He is also here with me; however, I now control his body." Michael's calm explanation did nothing to assuage her fears and Lisa started to step backwards. "Dean agreed to become my vessel for the remainder of the apocalypse and for the ultimate fight between myself and my brother Lucifer. Afterwards, his soul will be released to Heaven as his human body will most likely be destroyed in the fight. His decision to surrender himself was upon the agreement that I will provide safety for you and Ben."
A sob escaped Lisa's lips as steady tears streamed down her face. "Dean! Dean if you can hear me, please don't do this. I – I love you." Another sob. "Ben and I, we need you."
At her proclamation, Michael suddenly understood what Dean had been trying to hide from him. It was love. Dean also loved Lisa. Something akin to sadness settled on the angel. At least he thought that was the emotion he was feeling. Human emotions were still so new and confusing.
Michael reached his hand towards Lisa and settled it on her arm. He looked into her pleading eyes. "Dean loves you too, Lisa. He wants you to be safe." Her stiff body relaxed slightly under his touch and she nodded in acceptance, but her demeanor changed.
"I want to talk to him." She demanded, eyes blazing.
"I am afraid that is not possible."
"Why not? You said he was in there with you. Prove it." Her fiery spirit caught Michael's attention and he could understand why a human would find her appealing. "I want to talk to Dean or we aren't coming with you and you break your agreement. What happens then? Can Dean revoke his consent to be your – your vessel or whatever."
Michael stiffened, now annoyed by her words. "Very well," he agreed. "But you must promise to come with me after you have spoken." Lisa nodded, her facial features tight in anticipation.
He looked down and directed his thoughts inwards. Dean, I will give you control of your body, but you must relinquish yourself once again. The consequences of not doing so will be severe.
Yah, yah. I got it. I'll be quick, was Dean's worried response. Michael had just revealed Dean's true feelings to Lisa along with a boatload of other crap. She was strong, he knew that, but he was surprised she was holding it together this long.
A piercing blue light flashed from his eyes as Dean lifted his head. "Hiya Lisa." He flashed her a quick lopsided grin. "Miss me?"
She rewarded the question with a shove to the chest. "How could you do this, Dean? A vessel? The apocalypse? A-a-a fight? You're gonna die!"
"I know, I know," came his exasperated answer. "But I'm gonna save you and countless other people. You just have to trust me." He reached towards her and she barely put up a struggle, relaxing into his chest, sobs emanating from deep within her. Dean stroked her damp hair, gently moving locks away from her face. Cupping her chin in his palm, he lifted her face to his and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
After a moment, they broke away from one another and Dean gazed down into her brown eyes. "I love you." He caressed the side of her face with his fingertips, wiping away tears as he did so. "I know buster kinda ruined that surprise," they both chuckled, slightly breaking the tension between them. They sobered quickly. "But it's true Lisa. And I need to know that you'll be safe. Please do this for me."
Lisa slowly nodded. "I love you too, Dean. Do what you can to come back to me, ok?"
"I will," he lied. They both knew, but it helped to have the lie in the air between them. Dean slowly released her from his grip and let his hands fall to his sides.
Another piercing blue flash came from Dean's eyes and his body stiffened.
"Dean?" Lisa asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer.
"No. Now please pack your belongings and collect your son. We must go."
Lisa turned towards the house to get Ben and let the tears fall freely.
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