MEEP! Thank you for the reviews/alerts/suggestions and everything else! You are all so awesome! Over 250 reviews! I feel so amazing about that. Also, I apologize for the wait on this chapter. I've been so blocked and I think it's because I write too much. Trying to give my muse a rest but it's not working so I will do my best on this chapter.

Also, for those of you who are interested, I posted the first chapter of another series I'm writing called Homeward Bound where Sam and Dean are both dogs and Castiel is a cat and they have to find their way to Bobby's. It's going to be cute and funny and FLUFFY in every way.

So, back to this story. Those of you curious about Balthazar…he will make an appearance in this chapter and most likely the next. Short chapter by the way. Please ignore grammar and spelling mistakes. Didn't have the mindset to correct it right.

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Chapter 38: Dean's Influence 3:

Dean had thought he saw it all but as usual; he was surprised at another new sensation that passed over his body as Michael seemed to expand his senses in a way Dean had never known was possible.

It felt as though Michael was radiating a wave of invisible energy through the air as they flowed through it and occasionally, he would feel a presence loom back to them…usually, it was warm and tingling and Dean figured that meant an angel. After a moment, though, he felt a dark and icy presence fill his senses and before he could comprehend what it meant, they were landing in a dark, dank alleyway. The air around them felt suffocating with humidity and the scent of garbage and booze. Down the way, a few women slowly walked around the street corner, wearing nothing but short, leather skits, long leather boots and corset-like tops that did little to cover their bodies.

'Um, you planning on picking up a prostitute because if that's the case, I'd rather you use protection. I don't need to get some kind of disease,' Dean said, wanting to smirk.

Michael stopped in his tracks and glanced over to the women on that corner "I am not interested in those women, if that is what you're saying."

Dean felt amused at the tone in Michael's voice…as if a woman was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he watched as Michael focused his attention to the other side, behind the building where two men were standing in the shadows. Dean could see them exchanging something, most likely money and then he noticed the taller of the two men push a frightened woman into the shorter man's arms.

'Michael, do something,' Dean urged as Michael watched the girl struggle in the shorter man's arms.

In a matter of .67 seconds, Dean was astonished as Michael held one of the men in his hand, lifting him by the collar of his shirt. He appeared like a middle aged business man, clad in a dark grey suit. His eyes were flat back as he thrashed and growled, trying to free himself from Michael, who kept a firm grasp. He was the taller of the two. Dean could hear a shriek as the girl was being pulled away by the shorter man.

Michael turned back to the taller man, whose eyes filled with fear as they stared down at him. That was when Dean felt the rush…it was like power and euphoria and fire and ice and everything bundled up together and it rushed through all of the veins in his body before reaching his hand. Michael placed the hand on the demon's forehead and Dean's heart jumped when he felt that burst of power shoot out of his hand and into the dark and icy presence they held. Dean watched as light beamed through the demon's eyes and mouth and Michael let go of him; he fell to the ground in a heap as Michael turned to go after the demon with the woman in his arms.

They were out of sight but Dean could literally feel the presence of the demon as Michael slowly snaked around the buildings in the alley. Dean could still feel the power emanating from Michael as his eyes landed on the shorter man with the whimpering girl in his arms. He has an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him and another hand holding a knife to her throat. Her long, blonde hair was a mess around her face and her eyes were filled with fear, tears streaking her cheeks. She had to be no older than sixteen years old and now Dean felt sick to his stomach.

"Dean Winchester…I've heard about you…what are you doing all the way out here?" the man asked, his eyes flashing white for a moment as Michael stepped closer. The man was now visible…he looked like a young man with dark hair and a structured jawline. He had a thick, British accent as he spoke. He smiled wickedly as he pressed the knife onto the whimpering teenager's throat.

"Release her this instant," Michael said, his voice emanating in a way that would have made Dean's skin crawl.

The demon's expression dropped into one of fear as he turned those white eyes to Michael "Y-you're not Dean," he said.

Michael shook his head "Release the young girl," he said again, a threat high in his voice.

The demon instantly let her go and she screamed and ran away, the sound of heels clicking echoing in the alley.

"You're an angel," the demon said, starting to back away.

"Where is your operation?" Michael demanded, taking a step closer.

The demon backed up a little "I-I have no idea what your talking about."

"I won't ask again," Michael threatened and Dean could feel the wings twitching in anger.

"It's at the warehouse on 43rd," the demon said quickly, his eyes flickering in fear.

"Thank you," Michael said and Dean was about to get mad that he was going to let the demon scum go; he was pleased, though, when he felt Michael jump on top of the demon and press his hand to his forehead. The flash of white light and a rush better than adrenaline indicated that the demon was dead.

'What operation?' Dean asked curiously with a bit of anger.

"Trafficking," Michael said as the rollercoaster sensation passed over again. He could feel the power and anger reverberating through the archangel.

They landed immediately inside of a warehouse. It was filled with at least a dozen demons, all semi-powerful. Dean knew that without even having to look…he could just sense how many there were. He was amazed how well he could see in the darkness, the shadowed figures each forming into human shapes and faces. They were of all ages and sized, the demons black and white eyes each flashing once they noticed Michael's presence.

There was what appeared to be stalls in the back of the room with sheets draped over each one. There had to be at least fifteen.

"Angel," a demon suddenly said as six of them stood up from their seats in the dark and murky warehouse.

"Release the girls," Michael said flatly, his arms spread wide and threateningly.

"W-what are you going to do about it?" a demon asked and Dean assumed he was the leader.

"I am Archangel Michael and you will release those women or you will all suffer," Michael said smoothly without a beat.

Dean could feel the atmosphere in the room shift immediately to fear and he was amazed to see six more demons leave the stalls with different girls in their arms. The girls were all dazed and confused as they stared around the room.

Dean was impressed to see the demons release them before turning to the stalls and shouting at all of the other girls to leave as well. Michael stood perfectly still, wings twitching at the girls whimpered and cried as they all ran out of the warehouse.

It was silent and still for a moment as Michael stared over each and every demon that stood there, some looking ready to run and other appearing ready to fight.

Just as some of them leapt forward, Dean felt a power buildup inside of him like water filling a glass and just as one demon was about to grab onto his arm, he felt Michael release the power. It was with the intensity of a volcano erupting as a bright white light shot through the room like a shockwave and dean watched in amazement as smaller flickers of light burst with each demon the wave hit. All of the windows and lights shattered in the room in sync.

Once the light faded, Dean was in amazement to see every demon lying on the floor, completely lifeless and unmoving. He could feel Michael relaxing from the wave of power before he turned heel and walked out of the warehouse.

'That was…really awesome,' Dean said, knowing that was a horrible way to describe it.

Michael smiled as he stepped outside the warehouse to stare over the dark street.

'How did you know what was happening?' Dean questioned, actually feel glad he let Michael in for a little bit.

"I had my suspicions," Michael said "It's been going on for a while now but I never knew for sure."

Dean felt kinda annoyed he would let it go on at all but he waved it off as they stepped towards another street.

'Where are we?' Dean asked.

"Europe," Michael said as he scanned the area. Dean could immediately sense the presence of another angel. He had no idea how he knew it was an angel but he did. He also was still just surprised in that small flight, they had ended up in Europe but he knew he shouldn't have been surprised. Angels had a way of popping into places in no time at all. He guessed it was just weird because the said angel was using his body to do the flying. He wanted to curse when Michael started flying again out of nowhere but they were already standing in the middle of a hotel room before he could speak.

"Bloody Hell, Michael!" a familiar voice spoke and Dean saw as Michael turned to Balthazar. Again, Dean was awestruck by the appearance of other angels through the eyes of Michael. Balthazar was radiating in the same angelic white with eyes that were a bright but faded and soothing blue. His wings were emanating in blue and yellow lights.

His expression dropped drastically when he turned those eyes to Michael "What are you doing in that body?" he questioned.

"Dean said 'yes' to me," Michael said, getting annoyed from sating those words over and over again.

"Does Cassie know about this yet?" Balthazar asked "Because I've been on the receiving end of his wrath before and it's not fun."

"Castiel is aware," Michael said, glancing around the motel room that was brightly lit and almost all white. It contained a hot tub and a bar and a huge bed.

"You and Dean are both complete idiots," Balthazar said, rolling his eyes "Care to explain why or how this happened?"

Michael shook his head, staring at the bar. He felt the urge to drink something "What do you have to drink?" he questioned.

Dean felt proud to hear Michael ask for a drink. He had been forcibly pushing the urge forward and he was glad that it worked.

Balthazar arched an eyebrow "Well darling, you are going to need much more that what I have if you want to feel anything," a smirk curled onto his lips "I know the perfect place for you."

Michael nodded, wondering why he was going to do this. He had drunk alcohol before but never much. Some wine occasionally but that was all.

"This will be interesting," Balthazar said as he spread his wings and Dean had the urge to touch them.

"Stop doing that," Michael snapped at Dean when he felt the urge to run his hands through Balthazar's wings.

Balthazar furrowed his eyebrows and turned to Michael "Beg your pardon?" he asked.

"I wasn't talking to you," Michael said simply.

Balthazar arched another eyebrow "Okay," he drawled "Deano having an effect on you?"

Michael just nodded, fighting off Dean's urges. He was very tempted to push him back slightly but knew that would ruin everything. Dean would definitely order him to leave and he wanted a few more hours.

Instead, he followed Balthazar to wherever the younger angel was planning. The flight was fairly quickly and soon they were landing outside of another warehouse that appeared much like a company. It was huge with all of the lights on.

Balthazar stopped in front of the building and smirked "I believe drinking here will sustain a nice buzz for you, Michael," he said "9.5 million gallons of wine…enjoy."

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Very short but just wanted to get something out. I've been blocked but its slowly receding. I really hope you are enjoying.

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