Another really random chapter. It's short and weird and sweet all at the same. ^-^.

Plot: Michael shows up to the motel room.

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Chapter 15: Nothing Else Matters

Dean took a long, deep breath as he pulled off his t shirt and boots. He let the breath out as he fell onto the bed, full of exhaustion. His muscles ached and his head throbbed with a migraine coming. He had hit his head pretty hard while hunting the shape shifter a few hours earlier. He closed his eyes against the light that beamed from the ceiling fan.

His heart jumped when he heard a flickering sound. In an instant, he leapt to his feet and grabbed the knife from beneath his pillow. His eyes darted around the room, searching for a sign but he was then enveloped in darkness as all of the lights in the room shattered, leaving a sprinkling of glass upon the floor. He held his arm over his face for a shield and when he lifted it, he was startled to see the shadowed figure of someone standing before him with long, arched wings that touched the sides of the room and almost the ceiling. The feathers were angled elegantly and Dean squinted to try and see more. He could see a glow emanating from the wings in colors of blue, yellow and gold with a fiery orange-red.

"Hello Dean Winchester," Michael said softly and Dean groaned in annoyance as he let his body fall onto the bed. Could he ever catch a friggen break?

"What the hell do you want, Michael?" Dean asked bitterly. He sat up, giving the archangel a wary glance "And why the hell are you still in my brother?"

Michael's-or Adam's-features were more visible in the dim light from the moon outside, shining through the window.

"Adam is no longer here," Michael said softly "I returned his soul to Heaven with his mother."

Dean lifted his eyebrows and shook his head "So you just decided to keep the body?"

Michael nodded "I happen to like having a vessel…I would have enjoyed you more but this will do," he said, taking a step closer.

"That's because I'm a hot piece of ass," Dean said, shifting back a little when the archangel got closer.

"I would like it very much if you could groom my wings," Michael said, causing Dean to snort a laugh.

"Seriously? You think you can just prance in here with your big almighty wings and I'm just going to swoon to your desires?" Dean laughed, amused that the archangel was that stupid.

Michael nodded "No, I honestly didn't think you would," he said.

"Then leave because I'm not," Dean snapped "I'm going to bed now." He laid his head down on the pillow, wincing when it throbbed painfully in his temples. He hissed and jumped up when he felt warmth trickling through his veins. He glared at Michael, who was standing over him.

"Personal space! What is with you angels?" he growled bitterly, noticing how he felt more refreshed than he had in a very long time.

Michael didn't move back, if anything, he moved closer until their faces were just a few inches away. Dean gulped deeply before throwing his fist forward, catching the archangel's jaw.

Michael wasn't affected, though. He just stood there like a statue, his eyes reaching deep into Dean's soul. Dean shivered involuntarily at the intensity of the gaze…it wasn't soft and loving like Castiel's…it was scrutinizing and made Dean feel like Michael was twisting his soul in places he didn't want touched. He felt like an ant beneath a magnifying glass.

He tried to look away but found himself unable to. He felt something pulling inside of him and he was feeling drawn to the archangel. His head was screaming to run but something inside his body was trying to reach out…or was being pulled forward by Michael.

He could feel his heartbeat speeding and his stomach turning as he felt vulnerable. He had no idea what on earth this angel was doing but it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Hm…interesting," Michael whispered, breaking the silence.

"Get out of my face," Dean spat, grinding his teeth.

Michael tilted his head and stared more deeply, causing Dean to shudder. He felt his skin tingling as Michael's glorious wings curled around him, touching his bare back and shoulders. He felt feathers brushing across the planes of his face but he still couldn't move. The archangel's eyes were glazed as though his mind was somewhere else.

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief when Castiel suddenly materialized in the room, his wings going from light to intensely dark red and black and purple when his eyes set on Michael. He was about to jump forward when Michael held up a hand and Castiel was sent against the wall, his wings pinned completely and twitching to get away.

"What are you doing to Dean?" Castiel asked, his voice vicious like a wild animal.

"Shh," Michael whispered, holding up a finger, causing Castiel's voice to disappear.

"Let me go," Dean his through clenched teeth.

Michael ignored him and Dean suddenly felt something pulling at his heart…it was warm but it made him angry. He opened his mouth to speak but Michael beat him to it.

"You really do love Castiel," Michael said, his eyebrows furrowed and head tilted the way Castiel usually did when he was confused about something.

"Of course I do," Dean defended, staring deeply at Michael in return.

"It's strange," Michael said, composing his features "But it is true so I will no longer interfere."

Michael's wings suddenly closed behind the archangel's body and Dean let out a long breath when he was released from the piercing gaze.

Michael turned to Castiel and gave him a nod before disappearing in a flurry of feathers.

The moment he was gone, Castiel was over to the bed beside Dean, holding him in a warm embrace of arms and feathers.

"What a creeper, seriously don't archangels have anything better to do," Dean said, not knowing exactly how he felt about the situation.

Castiel smiled knowingly "He was reading you," he said.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked, feeling violated now.

Castiel chuckled softly, his azure eyes gleaming "He was reading into your soul…to see if your love for me was pure."

"Why the hell would he do that?" Dean asked, not liking the idea that Michael was just reading his soul.

"Angels do that sometimes…" Castiel said, placing a kiss on Dean's forehead.

"Why?" Dean asked, still not understanding.

Castiel thought about it for a moment…he needed a way Dean could understand "In a way you can understand…it would be like you questioning and studying a new person in Sam's life to be sure they are okay for him…"

"…So…Michael just pulled protective big brother on you?" Dean asked, amused.

Castiel nodded "I suppose he did," he said with a smile "He does that often to angels and their mates…though usually those mates are other angels…or other gods or goddesses."

"Whatever floats Michael's boat," Dean said, sighing into his angel, loving the way the down feathers felt against his bare back and the was Castiel's warm cheek nuzzled into his neck.

"I love you," Castiel breathed softly.

"I love you, too, Cas," Dean said, feeling his body start to relax completely after Michael's intrusion "So was that, like, Michael's way of 'approving' us?"

Castiel smiled and stared up at Dean "Like it would matter to you?"

Dean let out a laugh "No, it wouldn't matter. Your mine no matter what that prick archangel says."

Castiel stared warmly up at Dean "As you are mine," he said, more emphasis on the last word "but to answer your questions, yes. He made that clear to me just before he left."

"Good," Dean said, pulling his arms tighter around Castiel. He wouldn't admit it out loud but for some reason, getting approval from the 'big man on campus' meant something to him. But as he said, it wouldn't have mattered if he didn't. He loved his angel and wouldn't let anyone come between them.

He took a long breath and closed his eyes as he relished the feel of Castiel in his arms. His heart warmed when he heard Castiel humming something. He grinned and stared down at Castiel, whose head on his chest.

"Are you humming Metallica?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

Castiel stared up with large sapphire eyes "I've heard you do it before…so I listened to the song and I really enjoy it."

Dean smiled and pulled his angel as tight as he could in his arms "Your friggen perfect, you know that?"

Castiel felt his cheeks redden as he stared into emerald eyes. He smiled, though, when Dean pulled him into a kiss. It lasted a few moment and wasn't rough or hurried…just soft and passionate. He then laid his head back onto Dean's chest and tuned into the hunter humming the same song then whispering 'Nothing Else Matters' out loud.

That was how they lay for hours until Sam returned from the bar.

I know that was short but it popped into my mind…friggen Michael and his weirdness…we never got to see too much about that archangel so I really wanted to add my own trait in there.

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