Chapter 4
"There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself.
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish.
There is no free will.
There are no variables."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
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Destiny is something no one can change. Humans tried to do so since the very beggining of times, trying to reach the sky when their feet were dirty in the muddy ground and their skin was already covered with sins and blood of innocents. God created them with the idea of having free will, but Michael knew better than his father, even before men discovered fire and could define the dysfunctional term called "society". If God had heard him when he warned him about those humans, this would not have happened, no matter which world he was in. He had been blind, trying to find someone who could praise him when some of the angels saw the truth about him. It wasn't fair.
Humanity... what started the beggining of the end, is now gonna surrender under your power. God left, and some angels did the same thing when the big boss was not around. They were severely punished though. Every single being on Earth that is against the rules must be killed, in a very painful way, as a warning sign to the ones that may want to start a fire to destroy your kingdom.
Dean is weak, and the good part of it is that he doesn't bother you as much as he used to. Even though you are still getting used to live in this new environment, you feel safe in your new vessel. Somehow, it just fits you so perfectly, holding your power and grace together without combusting, ending in ashes and sometimes, pain along with it. In your world, the man that used to be your vessel died in the moment you needed him the most. He was weaker than expected, but this one is stronger than any usual human being you have ever seen. You feel something in its blood. According to Metatron, Dean Winchester would say yes to the alternative version of you. You thought that he had said yes, being his vessel, before being yours. You were surprised when you heard that they used his younger brother's vessel instead. Maybe everything was meant to be anyway, no matter what details someone could alter, happening with a little twist. Pattern after pattern, what is written must happen. Killing Lucifer again brought you joy, and maybe this is one of those times you are grateful for destiny and its surprises.
You open your eyes, focusing on what's happening in the present time. Anael is laying on the bed next to you, her body only being covered with a thin white sheet. You never knew that...sex was so good, and you may try it again soon, if the storm that's coming does not fall on you unexpectedly. You know that sooner or later, "Team Free Will", as Dean Winchester called the group integrated by him, Sam, Cass and Jack, will try to rescue the elder Winchester. Through Dean's memories, you can see all the demons and angels they killed. Dean is strong, fierce, even dangerous. You controling his strenght will only improve his qualities. You can also see Sam's "Puppy dog eyes" when he makes a mistake or wants to do something that does not make sense to his overprotective older brother. Those situations remind you of your brother, Lucifer. You were an older brother too, and you did everything you could to save him from being the Devil. You did not have the courage to defy your father though. The thing you see the most in him is the infinite patience and strenght to carry on through the dark times, always saving each other when the other brother is in trouble. So yeah, there's no doubt that Dean's crew will show up and try to kill you without killing your vessel too. Dean's fell under the effect of your grace, and when he dies due to starvation or dehydration, his body will become yours. The whote noise that he creates when everything is silent won't bother you anymore. He will witness how you kill people before passing, but you don't care about his feelings. He must learn how his world... your world now, is gonna be like from now on.
"Michael" says Anael sleepily, looking at you, feeling pleased and... happy maybe? Human feelings are very stressful and intriguing, yet they make you feel some kind of special spark inside you. You may have felt it before, but after an eternity of war and anger, you forgot what your happy life used to be like.
You don't say anything to the angel. Not because you're shy or tired. Your soul does not need a four hour nap to feel good and active. Actually, you've got nothing else to say or do with her for a while. She is still a threat to you, and now, she may turn into a weak spot that you don't want to credit. Not even to yourself.
Stretching your sore muscles, you get up quickly and pick up the same clothes you have been wearing for two days now. Taking a bath may be necessary, but it is not something you feel like doing right now. Time seems to fly by, so you can only focus on what's really important. Taking control of heaven and hell is what really matters right now. Demons will be afraid of you, and so will the angels. Luckily, Anael shuts her mouth after insisting on knowing where you're headed. She knows that you can sense her and find her if she decides to run away, and if she talks, she is gonna die before expected.
Once your vessel is decent enough to be in the morning silent city, where people are just waking up to go to work, you walk out the cheap and dirty motel room, observing the sky above you. As an Archangel, you can sense the vibes that the angels release with each action they make, even walking through Earth, being blinded by the angry clouds sorrounding heaven. What's left of it anyway...
You plan your next move, trying to be discrete for now. When you have a solid plan on your mind, the war will begin. The last thing you need for now is another being chasing you. You're tired of killing rebel angels, or humans to win. If only conquering the world were a little easier, you would be on the golden throne now.
"I suppose that the rumors are true, then. When my buddy told that the famous Archangel Michael was walking on Earth, I laughed at him" says a man, being possessed by a demon. You can sense the broken soul within him, after many years of torture.
"Your friend was not wrong. If I were you, I would stay away, unless you want to be the first... second victim" you say aloud, with a grin when you remember that Lucifer is dead in this world too.
"I am not a coward, Michael. In fact, I brought some buddies with me, you know? We were looking for your feathered ass, as well as some hunters are too. Many demons, angels and hunters knows about you now... Actually, they are too busy trying to find you that they are letting us alone. If I bring you to the big boss, I'll be golden. That's the deal. So, what are you gonna do about it?" the demons taunts you, holding some sort of blade that you have never seen before.
In a second, four more demons show up, all of them smiling at you, their eyes turning black. You know now that your head has a high price, but that does not change anything. You are an Archangel, and they are simple demons. You will always win.
The fight begins when one of them intends to punch you in the stomach, however, you send him away with a simple movement of your hand. Taking the angel blade out of your pocket, you stab one of the demons, being careful to avoid the fist coming from another one that's appeared by your side in a blink of an eye.
A few minutes later, and with blood covering your face and outfit, you smile successfully, feeling how all the anger you had been keeping inside vanishes in the thin air. You are willing to clean the mess you made, but when a homeless man appears in the distance, you disappear. Little do you know, the evidence that you left behind will be the first mistake you make. After stealing a car, you decide to leave town. Lay low for a while is the right thing to do. Teleporting from one place to another will leave grace as an evidence, that angels can sense. The best thing you can do is act like a normal human being, trying to go as far away from the crime scene as you can.
Author's Note: Hey guys! So, here's another chapter! I really wanted to see more Michael!Dean. Exploring his mind and plans is so exciting! Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it! If you want me to continue writing this fic, please leave me a review :) Love ya and see ya soon!
