Thank you for the reviews! You guys are amazing! Seriously, makes me want to continue much faster. I'll be doing the little one-three shots until I come up with another long story line.

Haha okay so this is a completely random chapter. Seriously very absurd and out of knowhere.

Plot: Michael learns what 'boredom' is and decides to see Dean. They talk and somehow Michael gets Dean to say 'Yes'... I just thought it would be fun to add in a chapter that is mostly focused around Michael and then of course the 'Yes'. Don't worry, it's just for a chapter or two…or three, if wanted! LOL. I'm going to have fun.

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Chapter 35: Michael, Get out! :

Michael turned to see Lucifer sitting on a couch that he had manifested in the empty room they were residing in at the moment. The couch was thick and plush green with matching pillows with the hems dark brown; it was a fairly ordinary couch from what Michael could tell. There was a TV on the wall in front of Lucifer…it was larger than ordinary, covering up the entire wall, filled with images from the game system that was on a small table below it. There was no cord to indicate that the object in Lucifer's hand belonged to it but from the movement of his brother's fingers, he knew the archangel was making the events on the TV happen.

He knit his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly at the screen as he tried to understand what was happening. He could see two hands on the sides of the screen as though it was looking through someone's eyes. In one hand was an dark black dagger curved strangely with lines of red through some of the creases. The other hand contained a ball of fire that was currently being charged then thrown at a wolf which was running towards the person holding it.

He tilted his head to the other side as a large, reddish gold dragon with black on the wings soared above the person with the weapons. He moved his head back and his wings twitched when the person looked up at the dragon, which flew in a circle in the sky. The person threw fireballs at it but it seemed to have little effect. A meter was now at the top of the screen…it read 'Ancient Dragon' and there was a bar colored red. A small amount of red vanished into black as the fireballs were tossed at it.

Michael lifted his eyebrows when the dragon on the screen breathed a mouthful of flames to the person with the weapon. He watched as a large amount of green from a meter on the bottom vanished. The dragon then landed on the ground and the person with the fire threw more before running towards the large creature and attempting to stab it with the dagger that was radiating with a blue and yellow glow. The dragon snapped its teeth and suddenly, the scene changed into showing the person with the weapons being eaten by the dragon. The person had on black armor that matched the dagger with red hints in it.

"Dammit!" Lucifer growled as he threw the object in his hands at the screen, causing it to shatter into pieces on the ground.

Michael lifted his eyebrows at his brother, who had his arms crossed over his chest with a pout on his face. His wings were slouched around him, twitching in irritation. He turned to stare at Michael and his expression only got more irritated "What are you staring at?" he snapped.

Michael tilted his head again slightly, wondering what he did wrong "Why are you so angry?"

"Get out," Lucifer mumbled, snapping his fingers to recreate a new TV and another object that seemed to control the game.

Michael nodded and vanished from that room to enter another room. He walked in to see Castiel walking around a field, his wings spread wide as he taught a class to the younger angels on how to fly. That was one of the things that Castiel had to do as an archangel…as part of 'redeeming himself' for killing so many angels, God had created new, young angels and demanded Castiel to train them.

"Archangel Michael!" one of the young angels gasped, pointing in his direction. All of the other young angels turned in response as they all ran in his direction, ignoring Castiel.

Michael smiled at the young angels and turned his eyes to see the very un-amused eyes of Castiel. He walked over "Please get out Michael, you are distracting the lesson," he said.

Michael bit down on his lower lip – something he had seen others do – and knit his eyebrows before leaving the room in a flurry of feathers. He sighed as he stood there for a moment, contemplating on what to do next. He felt something…he wasn't sure what. He had nothing to do. He thought about it for a moment then suddenly flew down to where the human, Bobby Singer's house was. He landed in the living room.

Bobby cursed loudly, dropping his mug of coffee which Michael caught easily, not even spilling a drop. He held it back out to the hunter with a smile that he picked up on. He knew humans liked the expression.

Bobby slowly took the cup but stared at Michael with a wary expression "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Michael shrugged and stared intensely at the hunter, who immediately got annoyed "Stop staring out me. Get out of here…idjit," he muttered, his voice filled with confusion.

Michael glanced around and realized nobody else was there. He turned back to Bobby "Where are Sam and Dean?" he asked, genuinely curious. Those two hunters were always in the comfort of their father figure.

Bobby turned to him with more furrowed eyebrows "I don't know," he said "Said something about a hunt in Austin…"

Michael instantly left to Austin. He searched and searched in a rather rapid amount of time until he found a trace of Gabriel's grace. He followed it, appearing inside the motel room. He froze and narrowed his eyes to see Sam lying on his back on the bed, his eyes shut and hands clenched into the blanket over him. His face was slightly red and he made small noises. Michael could see movement under the blanket and he tilted his head, wondering who was disturbing Sam in his sleep.

The movement under the blanket froze and Michael lifted his eyebrows when he saw Gabriel climb out from underneath them. His eyes whirled onto Michael and their amber-gold held an irritation; Sam's eyes popped open and widened as red crept up his cheeks.

"Michael! Get out of here!" Gabriel hissed angrily.

Michael stared for a moment before leaving the room. He stood outside the motel for a moment, trying to track where Dean was. He figured he would most likely still be in the same vicinity. He then went on his way to search through the rooms. Just as he suspected, the elder Winchester was in a room just on the floor below Gabriel and Sam. He quickly appeared inside the room.

Dean hissed and jumped up on the bed when he felt the breeze wash over him. He spilled scalding coffee all over his hand in the process. He ground his teeth "Cas, what did I…" he trailed off when he noticed the large, silvery blue wings filling the area, all surrounding the vessel that was his Adam.

"Michael?" he asked, unsure. He wasn't sure why he was confused. It was very obviously Michael…he was more confused as to why he was in the room.

Michael stared at Dean and wondered what he was doing. He was just sitting on the motel room bed. There was no television on…no radio on…just a gray colored stack of papers in one hand and a mug in the other.

Dean stared back at Michael, who had his head slightly turned to the side in the same fashion he knew so well on Castiel when he was confused. He cleared his throat "Um…can I help you?" he asked, unsure.

Michael's wings twitched as he stared at the hunter…his vessel. He slowly walked over and sat down on the bed beside Dean, who shifted to the side.

Dean really didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to say…he just placed the newspaper down in front of him and the coffee on the end table. He turned to Michael, whose glorious wings were upright in the air and somewhat twitching. His body was stiff as a board as he sat there, legs crossed.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but words wouldn't form.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked, turning those intense eyes to Dean.

Dean knit his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak. He turned to the newspaper then back to Michael "Looking for a job."

"What kind of job?" Michael questioned curiously.

"Um…like anything supernatural related…monsters and whatnot," Dean said, feeling uncomfortable.

Michael tilted his head slightly as he stared into the green eyes of the hunter "Why do you save people when they do nothing for you in return?" he asked.

Dean lifted his eyebrows "U-um…" he said, trying to think of a way to explain it to Michael "because someone needs to do it…otherwise monsters will kill innocent people."

Michael stared at him "Why do you do it though?"

Dean opened his mouth to speak but was still confused as to why Michael was in the room "I-I was raised to do it…don't you know this already?"

Michael just stared with a blank expression "Why didn't you try and have a normal life like Sam?" he asked.

Dean paused and stared into those blue eyes "I-I don't know…I like hunting," he said.

"Because of your father," Michael said, more of a statement. He nodded in understanding.

Dean felt extremely awkward now "Why are you here?" he asked.

Michael stared off for a moment before turning back to the hunter "I feel…strange," he said "I feel the need to do something. I haven't gotten orders to do anything and I do not want to not do anything…I want to do something," he said, confusing both himself and the hunter with those words.

"You're bored," Dean said, grinning in amusement at a bored archangel.

"I am not a board," Michael said with the slight head tilt.

Dean sighed and chuckled, remembering when Castiel was like that. He ran a hand down his face "It's a feeling…boredom," he tried to explain.

Michael stared at the red skin on Dean's hand, "What happened to you?" he asked.

Dean knit his eyebrows before noticing where Michael's eyes were set on. He glanced at the slight burn on his hand "Oh, I spilled my coffee when you showed up."

"May I?" Michael asked, feeling the urge to heal the red skin.

Dean just stared and didn't say anything. He held out his hand though and sucked in a breath when he felt Michael press his hand over the burned skin. He felt a cool, soothing wave pour into it. When Michael released his hand, Dean grinned to see his hand fully head "Thanks," he said.

After a moment of staring at the paper, he sensed Michael just staring at him again intensely. He sighed and turned to him "What is it now?"

"Why haven't you told me to leave yet?" he asked.

"Why would I do that? You aren't bothering me…unless you keep staring at me like that," he said, staring into those blue eyes that held so much of the world in them.

"I apologize. I do not notice when I'm doing it," Michael said, averting his eyes in the other direction. He gasped slightly when he felt a sensation ripple through his body, reaching from his wings to his toes. It was tingling and warm and made his body feel strange. He turned to see Dean's hand brushing over one of his wings. He quickly pulled it away and jumped off of the bed. His wings were flailing and twitching behind him.

"Sorry," Dean said, holding up his hands.

"That gives me a strange feeling," Michael said, trying to relax his wings.

"Won't happen again," Dean said, feeling like a cold weight dropped in his gut when he thought Michael was going to smite him.

Michael tilted his head again "Are you afraid of me?"

Dean just stared "No," he defended quickly.

Michael walked back over to the bed and sat down. His wings gently lowered onto the bed, sprawling out in a state of relaxation. He turned to the widened green eyes.

"You have no reason to be afraid of me…I would never hurt you," Michael said "For one, you are my vessel; two, Castiel cares deeply for you."

Dean nodded, still feeling awkward "Where is Castiel?" he asked.

"He is teaching the fledglings how to fly," Michael said, staring intently at those eyes again.

Dean knit his eyebrows "Really?" he asked. He stared at the wall as he tried to picture it "Somehow I can't see him doing that."

"Why do you love Castiel?" Michael asked, curiosity in his voice.

Dean's stomach dropped and he felt cold for a moment "Uh…" he said, "I just do?"

Michael stared "How do you love him? Is it in the way you love your brother?"

"No," Dean said quickly, shaking his head, trying to will away any images that might pop up "Definitely not."

"How is it different?" Michael asked.

"I-it just is," Dean said, "Wait…why are we having this conversation?"

"Castiel is my family," Michael said, knowing that was something Dean understood.

Dean sighed "I care a lot about Cas."

"Like you care about Sam?" he asked.

Dean nodded then shook his head "It's hard to explain. I love Sammy. He is my brother so I'll always care about him more than anyone else. I would do anything for him."

"Would you do anything for Castiel?" Michael questioned.

"Of course…unless it involved Sammy," Dean said, feeling his heart pick up in pace. He was worried about saying the wrong thing and getting smited "Wait…you already read my soul."

"Why didn't you say 'yes' to me?" Michael asked.

Dean felt a small jolt in his body "Woah wait…what's with the twenty-one questions?"

"I didn't ask twenty-one questions," Michael said.

Dean sighed and groaned before falling onto the bed on his back "Friggen angels," he mumbled. He jumped slightly when Michael lay on his back as well, facing him.

Dean cursed under his breath "You might be stranger than Castiel," he said.

The corner of Michael's lips twitched slightly "Did you ever truthfully want to say 'yes'?" he asked.

Dean took a deep breath and stared up. He never thought the day would come "I guess so," he said "Seemed easier."

"It would have been," Michael said "But I want to thank you for stopping us."

Dean turned his eyes back to Michael in confusion "What?"

"If you and Sam had not stopped us…I would have killed my brother," Michael said "I have never wanted to hurt Lucifer."

Dean just stared in shock. Was he seriously having this conversation with the friggen Archangel Michael?

Michael just stared, somewhat feeling like there was a weight lifted off of his chest as he said those words. He had no idea why he was saying them to Dean Winchester, of all people, but it felt right. Dean seemed to be able to relate. That was why he was his vessel.

"Why did you then?" Dean asked "Why throw him in the Pit?"

Michael stared "I was ordered to."

"That is no reason," Dean said, suddenly feeling no awkwardness in the conversation. He understood…Michael wanted to talk to someone about it…as strange as it was.

"I have always obeyed my orders," Michael said "Just like you."

"No," Dean said, feeling annoyed "Before my father died, he told me I might have had to kill Sam. You know what…I wouldn't do it. I don't care if Sam turned into a monster. I could never kill my younger brother."

Michael felt a sting in his chest "I regretted it," he said "most people don't know that…I masked the pain. I had to be strong…set an example for all of the other angels."

"Well it's stupid," Dean said.

Michael nodded "It was…'stupid'…"

Dean turned back to Michael "You were going to destroy the world just so you can kill your brother…millions upon millions of innocent human souls just to fight your own brother."

Michael nodded "I was not thinking rationally…which is why I'm thanking you."

There was a moment of silence.

Dean spoke after a while "What would it have been like…if I said 'yes'?" he asked.

Michael raised a questioning eyebrow before his face smoothed out "I do not know exactly what it would be like for you…but the previous vessels have said that it was unlike anything they had ever experienced."

Dean gave a somewhat snort of a laugh "I believe that. Jimmy Novak – Cas' vessel – says that it's like being chained to a comet."

Michael gave somewhat of a smile "Castiel is still very young. Vessels are new to him. He does not possess the same abilities as mine while inside a vessel. I've been around for a long time. I have come to know how to possess a vessel and leave it in perfect condition. I was told once that it felt like the person was enveloped in warmth and power, humming through their veins."

"Really?" Dean asked "I thought archangels were cold."

Michael gave that almost smile…not genuine…but an attempt "That is just Lucifer," he said.

"Huh," Dean said, staring at Michael's wings. Now he wanted to touch them and really feel them. It wasn't fair that the one time he actually wanted to feel an angel's wings, said angel didn't desire it.

"I still don't get it…would I be, like, conscious if being used as a vessel?" Dean asked, more curious than anything.

Michael smiled and Dean noticed it was real that time "Why don't you try it?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

"Oh Hell no!" Dean said quickly "I am not saying 'yes'."

Michael smiled again as he turned those all-knowing eyes to Dean "It will not be for long. There is no apocalypse. It will strictly be experimental…"

"No," Dean said, shaking his head.

"You can see the world as I do," Michael added "And you have my word that I will leave you if you so see fit."

Dean stared at him and was about to say 'no'.

"I never break my word, Dean," Michael said flatly; a full statement.

"Do I have your word you will not harm another being? Unless of course it's a demon or monster," Dean asked.

Michael lifted his eyebrows in surprise that he might actually get Dean Winchester to say 'yes'. He stared deeply into those green eyes "You have my word."

Dean contemplated; what was the worst that could happen? Michael could try and take him over again when he least expected it "What if you want back in? Not that I would blame you…with this sweet ass," he motioned over his body.

Michael gave that weak smile again "I would need your permission to enter once more after I leave."

Dean stared at him suspiciously "What about the one you're in now? How is Adam going to say 'yes' again?"

"This is now an empty vessel," Michael said "I would be able to re-enter as long as the body is still in good condition."

Dean just stared "What are you planning?"

Michael just tilted his head slightly "I am not planning anything. As I said, I will leave when you ask me to."

"Why?" Dean asked, unsure.

"Because I am 'bored' as you stated it," Michael said.

Dean felt a smile tug the corners of his lips as Michael said he was bored. He sat in silence for a moment, contemplating on it "What if you don't stick with your word?"

"I will. I do not break my word, Dean Winchester," Michael said, his voice rising as if offended.

"Okay okay," Dean said, holding up his hands.

"You will see everything through my eyes. That includes some of the other angel's true forms…things you never see with your normal eyes," Michael added.

Dean lifted his eyebrows and realized he was still lying on his side beside Michael. It was getting really awkward so he sat up. Michael followed the motion, his eyes still on Dean.

"So…this is just experimental? I have your word that you will leave when I ask?" Dean questioned.

Michael nodded "And I will not harm a being unless it is a monster or demon," he said, his wings twitching with anticipation.

"And once you leave, you need my permission if you ever want to enter again?" Dean asked, staring into those eyes that were now holding an emotion…as if he was anxious.

Michael nodded "Yes." He said.

Dean took a long breath, knowing he was going to regret it. He had nothing to do either and seeing some of the angels' true forms made him kind of excited. He felt his veins run cold for a moment before he nodded "Then Yes," he said, wincing at how he just said it.

"You have to mean it," Michael said when he didn't feel the pull.

Dean took another breath. Okay, it wasn't going to be bad. Michael seemed reasonable…and seeing the look on the others eyes would be amazing. He smiled slightly "My answer is yes, Michael," he said.

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So does anyone like where this is going?

So this one is going to be at least two chapters…maybe three if people want me to continue. Let me know please so I don't end it too soon or too late.

Also you may suggest things you would like to see Michael/Dean do to other people…since Dean will be very close…Michael is a nice angel.