"Yeah, right," April said sarcastically. "If you aren't interested that's fine, just don't make up some outrageous excuse."
"It's not an excuse," Michael refuted. "I'm an angel."
April rolled her eyes. "Please, angels don't exist."
"April, do you know anything about what has happened in the last couple of years?"
April frowned. "There were a lot of demons I heard, and whispers between some crazy hunters that the Apocalypse had come. Why?"
"The Apocalypse did happen April," Michael told her.
"How?" April challenged him. "And how then, is everyone alive?"
Michael sighed. "It's a long story."
"I've got all night," countered April.
Michael let his mind wonder into the past to way back when Lucifer was still in Heaven. He knew if he wanted April to truly understand everything he would have to start there. So, he did.
He started off by telling her about his brotherhood with Lucifer and the other angels. He spoke of God creating humanity and of Lucifer being caged in the Hell he created as punishment for his crimes. He explained about vessels and the Winchesters and how Sam set Lucifer free when he thought he was preventing the very thing. He told her about the yeses and the battle that ended with both his brother and him in the pit. And finally of the mission God sent him on.
When he was done Michael was afraid to look at April. He'd admitted everything, even his wrongs. He was afraid she'd hate him-if she believed it at all. His worst fear wasn't what she touched on first.
"It makes sense I guess," April breathed. "You do sometimes seem beyond this time."
Michael was shocked. "Really?"
"And you seem honest…" April continued. "But I need more proof. I'm the type of person who needs to see to believe."
Michael understood. Most people didn't have the same faith angels had. He had to think of a way to give her solid proof.
A plan formed in his mind.
"I could try to summon an angel here," Michael decided. "It's risky, but Jophiel should have a vessel right now. She's a lower angel and she's supposed to be guarding a child at the moment, so she's my best bet. And maybe, hopefully, she still is carrying around that demon knife she picked up after killing one of them. Better yet, maybe she'll help with Victor."
"What do you need?" asked April.
Michael shrugged, "The usual, a lighter, candles, chalk, and a mat to draw on."
April nodded, and in no time had collected the objects and set them down in the living room where Michael went to work. He drew the symbols needed for the summoning and began the spell in Enochian.
April stuck by his side the whole time and when he started to chant she relaxed. Whatever language Michael was speaking was beautiful, and it was obvious he'd been using it for a long time.
When Michael finished he stood and waited. April felt great anticipation rise in her while it was quiet. She was unsure of what to expect and it put her on edge.
Then there was a shift in the air, a flap of giant wings, and suddenly a pretty African American woman was standing in the room, glancing between her and Michael.
April gasped.
Michael grinned at her reaction then gave Jophiel a single nod. "Sister."
"Brother."
The exchange of words held no emotion but April could almost sense their connection. She could see familiarity in their eyes.
"You should have not summoned me here Michael," stated Jophiel.
"I need your help," Michael told her.
Jophiel shook her head. "I cannot help you brother. God has strict orders for me, or anyone else not to help. You are supposed to do this on your own. This is your lesson, not mine."
"Then at least give me the knife," pleaded Michael. "I can do without it, but I'd rather get rid of the demon for good instead."
Softness appeared in Jophiel's eyes. She hesitated but pulled out a dagger from her vessel's coat pocket eventually.
"Alright," she agreed. "Here."
Jophiel passed Michael the knife and he ran his hand along it.
"Thank you, Jophiel."
Jophiel bowed her head and then she was gone.
April was stunned by the whole scene that had played out before her.
"So everything you said was true?"
"Yes," confirmed Michael.
April sat down on her couch and starred at him. "You're the Archangel Michael?"
Michael nodded. "I am."
April's awed expression then changed and she narrowed her eyes. "How could you do it?"
Michael knew what she meant; she was referring to his part in the near end of the world.
"I thought I was doing what God wanted, that I was bringing peace."
April didn't seem to be listening. "Is that why you won't kiss me? You don't want to get involved with some human? I'm not good enough?"
"April, please," Michael begged, wanting her to understand. "I thought I was doing good for humanity. I care about you, more than you know. You have to believe me, it's just because I can't be with you. Angels can't be with anyone or anything, and God specifically ordered me not to or else."
"Or else what?" questioned April.
"Or else I won't get my grace back, ever," answered Michael.
April studied his face. "That's the only reason?"
"It is," Michael promised.
April rose from her couch.
"Then we'll keep it professional."
"Thank you," said Michael, relieved.
"I'm going to bed now."
April gave Michael a curt nod then climbed the stairs to go to her room with Toby following.
Michael felt better than before the discussion. He and April were back to being awkward with each other but at least she knew the truth. At least now he wouldn't have to be concerned with anything except killing Victor.
Nothing else mattered.
Michael played with the dagger in his hand, twirling it, and then headed up to his own room.
When the time came, he'd be ready for the fight.