Hehe thank you all so very much for the reviews even though it was a short chapter. I really hope this makes up for it.

This chapter will be much longer and will focus on mostly just Michael… His thoughts and feelings about what is happening. Going to have some humor…well, mostly just humor. Poor Michael. So…on with it!

Also, last chapter in the Michael!Dean section. Already have a plan for the next few chapters.

Please excuse spelling and grammar mistakes.

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Chapter 39: Dean's Influence 4:

One thing Dean never did much in his life…drink wine. Of course he drank whiskey and scotch and beer and almost any other type of alcohol but wine and champagne…not his thing. Too sissy in his opinion and they never got him drunk enough.

9.5 million gallons of wine…now that was something. He figured Michael would drink some and then just stop when he got tired of it…but no…Michael drank every last drop of wine in the warehouse and Dean knew for a fact that the archangel was not the least bit sober anymore. He could literally feel the intoxication take over as Michael started to stumble out of the warehouse with an equally drunken Balthazar.

Dean was very much not in control of anything that was happening…he could barely keep his thoughts straight but Michael seemed to be better. Once the fresh air reached him, he straightened up and began to spread his wings. Dean was becoming dazed inside his mind and figured flying would take too much out of him, even if he was just inside Michael's head. So he allowed his mind to rest as Michael took full control for a few minutes.

Michael took a deep breath as he tried to straighten out his wings into flight position. He glanced over to Balthazar, whose wings were swaying as he tried to remain still. Michael was feeling very strange…he had never been drunk before but for some reason, he suspected it was the case right then. He could barely stand still and his head was spinning as he let his wings flap into flight. He could feel Dean still there but the presence was not as strong as before. He simply just followed Balthazar; he had no idea where the younger angel was taking him but he seemed to know his way around Europe.

When they landed, Michael was surprised when he felt his body stumble for a moment. He grabbed onto the brick wall of the building beside them to keep balance. Balthazar seemed unfazed and Michael guessed it was because he does this often.

Once he straightened, he glanced around the area. They were in a small town that Michael didn't recognize. There were lights flashing on the building in front of them. It was small but it appeared very nice compared to the other buildings in the area.

"Where are we?" Michael asked, feeling strange without Dean speaking to him or urging him on. Just as if he heard him, he suddenly felt Dean become excited and once that happened, Michael now felt the need to enter the building.

"Just follow me," Balthazar said, closing his wings somewhat behind his back as he began his way across the street. Michael took a deep breath, trying to get fresh air but it did nothing to stop his head from spinning.

They stepped inside the building and Michael was instantly impaled by an array of smells…booze, sweat, perfume with a distinct scent of certain bodily fluids. He felt his nose wrinkle slightly in distaste at the blend. The next thing he noticed was the loud and trembling music playing with certain beats of bass that is meant to excite the human body but he felt nothing of the sort. He actually wasn't very pleased with the music. He was tempted to snap his fingers and shut it off but decided against it.

He then noticed how it looked inside. It was somewhat dark with colored lights blinking across the way down the aisle where some small tables and booths sat. Men filled the seats, each with smirks on their faces as women who were barely wearing anything huddled around in corners, some with the men and others serving the bar. He watched as a woman dragged a man in a suit into doors in the back.

The little amount of clothing that the women were wearing was odd to Michael. There were some dressed in short, plaid skirts with button up collar shirts on that were cut up to their breasts with knots tied in the middle. There were even ties on the girls and Michael was sure that only men wore ties. The girls in the plaid also had on long leggings and black boots. Their hair was pinned up with a pony-tail on each side of their head. Michael thought it looked childish.

'Those are called pigtails,' Dean sounded in his head. He startled for a moment, surprised at the sudden words.

"Hello Darling," Balthazar suddenly said and Michael turned to see a woman wearing a different outfit. This one was merely black and white. The skirt she had on just barely reached the top of her thighs and puffed out in a way that if she bent over, everyone could see up it. She also had black netted leggings on that reached halfway up her thighs. She was wearing lacy heels that gave her several inches of height. She wore a black and white corset over her upper body, pushing her breasts together. There was a frilly bow-like thing in the middle. Her light blonde hair was messily up in a bun, stray strands of hair falling over her bright blue eyes. Her make-up was thick lines around her eyes and she smiled pearly white teeth at Balthazar. Michael lifted his eyebrows when he pulled a feather duster from the side of her "You are such a dirty boy," she said, her French accent thick. She brushed the duster over his face and Balthazar just grinned wildly.

"Okay Liss," Balthazar said with a laugh "I brought a friend…I was wondering if Katarina is available."

Liss turned to Michael and smiled warmly "I will go and get her," she said, turning back to Balthazar "You! You will come with me."

Balthazar grinned and followed her towards the back.

Michael suddenly had a very bad feeling about this place. He started to walk out the door when he felt Dean making it hard. Michael hadn't realized just how intoxicated he really was. He could barely maintain control.

'You are going to do this,' Dean ordered 'And please don't talk to her about her father.'

Michael stiffened and his head spun as he turned back to the crowd. He knew humans used money so he checked the pockets and pulled out a wallet. He slowly opened it to inspect the IDs that had pictures of Dean but with no names that fit him. He stared at them for a moment before Dean mentally told him where the cash was. He pulled out a wad of 20s. There had to be at least three hundred in cash. He pulled out a twenty and walked over to the bar.

"Hey there," a girl wearing a plaid skirted outfit said. She leaned on her elbows over the bar, pressing her cleavage out "How may I help you?"

Michael just stared, feeling strange "Um…whatever is the strongest…three shots."

She smiled and turned to the rack on the back of the wall "Do you care what brand?" she asked.

Michael quickly shook his head and she gave him another smile before sliding three small glasses in front of him. She filled each up with a clear liquid that smelled exactly like rubbing alcohol.

'Ugh that's pure grain alcohol,' Dean said with disgust.

Michael ignored that and downed all three shots within seconds. He took a deep breath as the burning sensation passed over him. He turned back to her "Three more," he said, pulling out some more money.

She lifted her eyebrows and began to pour. He thanked her and paid her before she turned around to help another customer. Michael downed the shots, liking how it made him feel less tense. He honestly didn't care about a thing at the moment and it felt so nice to relax for once in a great while.

After he took the shots, he heard a female voice asking Balthazar where his friend was. Michael quickly grabbed the entire bottle of alcohol in front of him and downed the entire thing in just seconds. He placed it back down along with some more money and turned just in time to see a woman walking towards him. He turned pleading eyes to Balthazar in the back of the building, who was giving him a reassuring nod before being pulled back by the girl with the duster.

"You," a woman said to Michael. He turned and stared at the woman in front of him. She was very pretty but was wearing too much make-up. She had black liner around her large, round bright green eyes. Her skin was tan and her hair was long, soft and dark brown. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and she had high cheekbones and full lips. She was wearing a skin tight black leather piece that covered up her shoulders down to just above the top of her thighs. The middle of the piece was open, revealing her cleavage all the way down to her belly button. There was a belt around her waist containing silver and fuzzy black handcuffs. She had on leather boots that reached halfway up her thighs as well as a black police officer hat with what looked like a badge in the middle.

Michael lifted his eyebrows and let out a grunt as he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the back room. He stumbled slightly but allowed the female to lead him through the doors in the back. He stared around with wide eyes as they walked down a dark hallway filled with doors on each side. Michael could smell the human body scent again as well as hear moaning from some of the rooms.

He could feel Dean trying to urge him to relax but Michael was just confused as to what was happening. He didn't know what to think of this demanding woman. They stopped at a door and she whipped it open as she let go of his arm.

He stared into the small, dark room for a moment. The walls were a navy blue color as well as the carpet. There was a large bed in the middle covered in silky black sheets and a black comforter as well as some pillows. He gasped in surprise when he felt his back get shoved right where his wings were. He stumbled – caught off guard – before landing on the bed. He was surprised at how soft it was and how his body seemed to sink into the plush material.

He turned to see two end tables on the sides of the bed, one containing a lamp and the other with a set of different objects he wasn't familiar with. There were fuzzy things as well as rubbery-looking things. He turned his eyes back to the woman as she closed the door behind her. He stared over her tan skin revealed around the clothing and then up her perfectly curved body.

She smiled white teeth as him as she unclipped the handcuffs from her belt. He gave her wide eyes "Am I under arrest?" Michael asked, wondering if he had done something wrong. He knew human police officers used those to take in others who did something wrong.

"What is your name?" the woman asked, her voice strict as she strolled over.

"Michael," Michael said, backing up on the bed slightly "What is your name?"

"My name is Officer Katarina," she said, her voice soft for a moment.

"Excuse me, Officer Katarina, but I am curious as to why I am here," Michael said slowly.

"Did I tell you to speak?" Katarina asked, her voice tight.

Michael opened his mouth to speak but gasped when he felt something whip against his skin. He scrambled back a little when he saw her holding a light, leathery whip in her hand. He stared back into her eyes in confusion "W-"

"Quiet I said!" Katarina said as she gave him another whip. They didn't hurt but Michael was confused. He was about to speak again.

"You're being a very naughty boy, Michael," Katarina hissed as she gave him another whip while climbing onto the bed.

Michael was really uncomfortable now but he could sense that Dean was enjoying it very much. It confused him as to why someone would enjoy getting yelled at and whipped for no reason.

'Relax Michael,' Dean said.

Michael felt his stomach drop when Katarina climbed on top of him. He could feel her warm skin brush on his bare arms and the weight of her body on his. He froze when he felt coolness of steel mixed with warmth of fur on his wrist with a click. He realized that she was putting the handcuffs on him.

"Excuse me, ma'am but I don't understand what I am under arrest for," Michael said, getting ready to flee from the room.

"I told you to shut up!" Katarina hissed, giving him a whip again, this time hitting his wing. Michael hissed out…it wasn't that it hurt but it was that it gave him the strangest sensation through his body. Before he could control it, his wings began to thrash and shake and suddenly the room became dark as his feathers brushed over the end table, knocking the lamp clean off. There was a crashing sound as it shattered onto the ground along with the arrangement of objects on the other table.

He gasped when he felt another sensation ripple through him from his wing as Katarina rolled on top of it as she mumbled in confusion.

Michael couldn't take it…his mind was spinning as the woman climbed off of the bed. Before she could click on the light in front, he spread his wings and vanished from the room.

Michael flew far, not really sure about where he was going but he was suddenly landing in the front of a darkened building. He did not land so nicely…instead, he slammed into the pavement, groaning as his wings still twitched behind him and he climbed back up onto his feet.

'Dude…what the hell!' Dean hissed.

Michael felt his stomach finally relaxing as he stared around to where he was. He was definitely back in the states but he wasn't sure where. He began to roam around, searching for a source of alcohol. He admitted, he had quite enough already but he needed to get rid of the odd feeling in his gut. He had no idea what on Earth that cop was doing to him. He was sure they served to protect humans but she was whipping him and yelling at him. He was so confused.

'She wasn't a real cop, Michael. She was just playing around as one,' Dean said.

Dean couldn't believe the way Michael just acted with a hot chick dressed as a cop standing in front of him. Not only that but she was French and French chicks were so amazing at stuff like that. He wasn't entirely surprised considering how Castiel acted but still…some angels were fine with that. Balthazar being one…he wondered what Balthazar would say when Katarina said his friend freaked out then disappeared.

Michael took a deep breath when he saw a sign that said 'Twin Liquors' on a building that was almost as large as a grocery store. He immediately teleported into the store; he gazed around at all of the alcohol longingly before making his way.

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Dean knew that Michael had to be more intoxicated than he himself had ever been. Dean could feel it and somehow, he couldn't even focus anymore. Michael was moving too much and flying too much. So Dean let his consciousness rest…just for a little while.

Michael stumbled out of the building that he walked into. He was trying to think of where to go. He felt so strange…numb in a good way. He couldn't feel Dean urging him to do anything so now he had no idea what to do. He slowly stumbled over to a park bench and sat down on it. He let his wings slump onto the grass as he gazed across the field around him. It was dark, the only light from the moon. He stared up into the stars and his mind suddenly reeled back to Lucifer.

He felt kind of bad for making him leave like that. Michael didn't like to threaten his brother and now he had the urge to go and find him. He wanted to apologize to his brother. With that, he stood up and spread his wings before shooting up into Heaven.

Once again, his landing did not end up as well as he hoped. He winced when he crashed onto the hard flooring of the specific room where Lucifer liked to spend his time. He hit it so hard that he felt the hard wood paneling below him crack and his wings burn as the feathers bent. He shook his head and blinked, trying to focus as he began to climb back up to his feet.

"Michael?" Gabriel's voice sounded.

Michael stumbled slightly again, all six of his wings unfurling without his control. He blinked a few more times as he clutched the wall nearest him to get balance. He pulled himself all the way up and wobbled a bit as he turned to see Gabriel standing there, arms crossed over his chest and eyes lit with amusement.

"Garbiel…" Michael slurred, knowing he screwed up on the name.

"You are wasted," Gabriel said, his lips curling into a smirk "This is a first…I must alert the media."

Michael just stared at him, noticing his bright, golden wings gleaming and he realized just how happy Gabriel seemed all the time. He had missed him so much when he left, though. Nobody knew how bad it actually hurt him…for one, Michael threw his little brother into Hell and then his other closest brother turned his back on him and left without a word. Michael was left to think he was gone forever.

"You're staring again," Gabriel noted.

"I missed you," Michael said "Why'd you leave?"

Gabriel's colors darkened for a moment and his grin faltered "No way…we are not having this conversation right now," he said, walking over. Michael just watched as Gabriel grabbed his shoulders to lead him towards where there was a couch.

"Why can't we?" Michael asked.

"Michael…not now," Gabriel said "You are very intoxicated…how much did you drink?"

Michael thought about it "First…um…9 million gallons of wine…then…some liquor store."

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows as he led his drunken elder brother over to the couch "Wow," he said "That is enough to get anyone drunk, I suppose."

"Where is Lucifer?" Michael asked, pushing Gabriel off of him so he could glance around.

"I'm right here, brother," Lucifer said, strolling through the double doors. He had a grin on his face but paused and arched an eyebrow when his eyes set on Michael.

Michael smiled when he realized how Lucifer's light looked; it had been getting brighter every day and he couldn't wait until it was perfect again. He just stared into the soft white-blue orbs of Lucifer "Luci," he said "I'm sorry for being like that earlier."

Lucifer lifted both eyebrows "Are you drunk?" he asked.

Gabriel nodded "Wasted," he said "He can't even say my name right."

Michael stared at him "I'm not that drunk Garbi…Gaber…Gabe," he settled on the last one. He had no idea why it was hard to say his name…he thought Lucifer would be harder to say.

Gabriel just grinned "This is all you, Luci," he said before flying out of the room.

"Hey you didn't answer my question," Michael shouted at the empty space where Gabriel had been.

"I cannot believe you are drunk," Lucifer said, crossing his arms "I tried for years and years to get you drunk and you would never do it. One day with that human and you're plastered?"

"Are you jealous?" Michael asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"What is with the handcuffs?" Lucifer asked, noticing the handcuff around Michael's wrist.

Michael stared down and lifted his eyebrows before pulling it off. He inspected it "Baltzar…" he paused and thought about it. He honestly didn't mean to drink that much "Balth brought me to some place and this woman in a cop uniform kept trying to handcuff me and whip me."

Lucifer smirked and started laughing "Oh and I missed that! That is so not fair…what I would give to see you in that situation," he chuckled, holding his stomach. His wings kept flaring in bright white through black as he laughed.

"I did not like it," Michael said, staring around. He snapped his fingers and a bottle of plum wine appeared in his hand. He took a deep breath before taking a long swig.

"Perfect time," Lucifer suddenly said, his voice sounding dark "I could take you out like nothing right now."

Michael froze, bottle still in hand as he stared at Lucifer "I'm sorry," he said "I'm so sorry."

Lucifer took a step back and knit his eyebrows "What are you sorry about?" he asked, confused.

"I'm sorry I ever hurt you," Michael said, wondering why he was telling this stuff to Lucifer. He really needed to put the alcohol down. He took another sip, though, his stomach turning worriedly as the room spun around him.

"Michael…you need to lie down," Lucifer suddenly said, his heart clenching at his brother's words. If he ever had this conversation, he wanted Michael to be sober during it. He slowly walked over and placed a hand between his elder brother's shoulder blades and gave him a slight push.

Michael allowed him to…he didn't want to make himself look like an idiot and he really was feeling very…tired. He started to walk and gasped when he stepped on his own wing. He hissed out in pain and almost fell face-first onto the floor. He felt Lucifer grab onto his elbows to stop the fall and Michael soon found himself being gently laid on the green couch. He felt his body sink into it and his wings instinctively curled around his body like a blanket. He lay upon his back and took a deep breath as his body relaxed. He slowly began to run his fingers through his feathers, straightening out some of the silvery blue.

He smiled "You know what I don't understand," Michael said, turning to Lucifer, who manifested a recliner to sit across from him. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of wine from Michael before relaxing.

"What don't you understand, Michael?" Lucifer asked with a slight smirk.

"Why do some men like being hurt?" he asked.

Lucifer arched an eyebrow "What do you mean?"

"Like…the woman with the whip earlier…I don't understand what the point of it was…do humans find pleasure in being whipped and ordered around?" Michael asked, turning to Lucifer.

"Go to sleep, Michael," Lucifer said, sighing as he sipped on the wine. He licked his lips, savoring the taste. It was odd but good…tasted more like fruit juice than wine. He sighed and turned on the TV to play another video game.

Michael stared at the game, his mind spinning from the movement so he turned back, pulling at one of the feathers on his wing that was bent "And what is with angels and suits?" he asked "I mean, yeah it looks professional but honestly, it makes us look like a bunch of penguins. Demons always have the better clothing."

Lucifer sighed as he tried to listen. His character was being attacked by a giant spider and it was hard to concentrate "I don't know, Mikie…Probably because I have a much better fashion sense than other angels…"

"You have a point there…you've always been more…creative than the other angels," Michael said, mostly to himself. He felt relaxation swimming through his veins.

It was silent for a moment and Lucifer thought he was finally get peace…until Michael spoke again "Luci?"

Lucifer sighed as he fought off another spider "What, Michael?"

"Our wings are made of feathers…any idea why? There are so many other materials to use," Michael said, inspecting his silvery blue feather closer.

Lucifer rolled his eyes "Feathers are a light…good for flying and carrying around…especially if we have six. Could you imagine trying to carry a different material around?" he asked, still not looking at his brother. Michael might be more annoying when he is drunk than Gabriel "Now go to sleep."

It was silent once again and Lucifer returned to his game.

Michael stared at his brother for a little while. Lucifer's wings were swaying in relaxation, the deep ebony color contrasting in the white of the room. A few feathers twitched occasionally as the person on the screen got hurt.

"Luci?" Michael asked.

Lucifer ground his teeth and paused the game. He whirled around to stare at his drunken brother "What? What do you want, Michael?" he growled.

"Don't be so grouchy, Lucifer," Michael said, suddenly feeling annoyed himself. He smiled after a moment, though when Lucifer just stared at him.

"What was it like in the cage?" Michael asked, the smile leaving his face to be replaced by a frown.

Lucifer's expression dropped and he turned away "Goodnight Michael," he said, turning his game back on.

Michael was about to speak but before the words could come out, Lucifer spoke again "I said Goodnight."

Michael sighed and let his spinning head fall back onto the couch. He closed his wings tighter around him before he let his entire being go into a state of rest…it wasn't sleep but close to it.

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Dean was slowly regaining consciousness. He felt like he couldn't move, though, and his head was throbbing painfully so he didn't want to open his eyes. He could not remember much from the night before. All he could remember was Michael going into the liquor store…that was it, though.

He stiffened when he felt something running through his veins and he took a deep breath. That was when he realized he could still feel Michael's presence inside of him…though it was in the back like the one time Michael allowed him control.

He listened and began to hear a humming sound. It sounded so peaceful and relaxing, the sounds like church bells and wind chimes in the distance…what he would imagine snow to sound like…he could literally see the sounds like beaches and mountains and sunsets; whatever music was playing…it was more peaceful than anything he could have imagined possible. He just wanted to go back to sleep. He let his body fully relax and was suddenly pushed back in his mind as Michael took control again.

Michael pushed himself back to consciousness and he felt the warmth pooling through him from his wings being brushed ever so gently…then he could hear the soft humming from the side of him. He froze, not sure he was really hearing it. Last he heard that was before Lucifer fell…it was a tune Lucifer had enjoyed humming very often and it was the most beautiful sound Michael had ever heard.

He was about to turn when the humming stopped and the warmth disappeared from his wing. He turned just in time to see Lucifer sitting back on the recliner with his eyes closed and his wings curled around him as though he had been 'resting' the entire time. Michael smiled slightly but didn't press on the subject. It was rare that Lucifer would show any signs of caring. He would take advantage of it.

He groaned when he realized everything in the body hurt so he quickly healed it back up to perfect condition.

Dean now knew that it was Lucifer making that sound and he was rather speechless but feeling somewhat uncomfortable about it. He relaxed when Michael healed his body and then it hit him.

'Crap…what time is it?' Dean asked, already dreading the worst.

Michael froze, realizing that it was most likely very long past the time they were supposed to return.

'You need to get out, now,' Dean said, suddenly feeling his stomach twist.

Michael nodded and instantly flew back down to the motel room where the vessel of Adam was. He wasn't surprised to see Sam and Gabriel lying on the second bed. Sam was fast asleep and Gabriel had him curled in his wings.

Gabriel turned to him and Michael took a deep breath. He closed his eyes as he began to leave residence in Dean.

Dean groaned when he suddenly felt all of the warmth and power leave his body as it fell upon the bed. He kept his eyes closed until he saw the redness of his eyelids disappear.

He slowly opened his eyes and sighed when he realized just how heavy he felt. He didn't want to move his muscles or anything for that matter. It didn't help that everything suddenly felt too muffled for him…the sounds too low, the smells dull…everything looked clouded in his eyes instead of sharp and pristine. He sighed again and let his body slump back on the bed. He definitely didn't want to get up…not for a while at least.

Michael sat up in his previous vessel and put on somewhat of a pout. He had already been getting used to his true vessel. This one…while it still had the power to contain him, it was nothing like Dean. He felt weaker already as he sat up and stared around. His eyes set on Dean, who was lying on his back, holding his hands over his face.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Michael asked, feeling his stomach drop when Dean didn't reply.

"What did you do to him!" Sam suddenly growled as he sat up. Michael didn't even realize he was awake.

"Calm down Sammy," Dean groaned, feeling too weak to speak.

"What is wrong? Why are you covering your face?" Sam asked, feeling panic rise.

"I'm tired…and everything looks foggy," Dean mumbled into his hands.

"Are you hung over?" Gabriel asked with amusement. He turned to Michael "Garbiel" he said "I still can't believe you called me that."

Michael lifted his eyebrows "I did, didn't I?"

Gabriel nodded and Dean slowly sat up, his muscles screaming at him. He took a deep breath and turned to Michael "That was actually not bad," he said "Can't believe we took out that whole demon operation without moving an inch. We need to take you on more hunts."

Michael smiled slightly, something Gabriel wasn't used to seeing on him. He was glad, though, that even just a night could loosen him up. He should have figured if anyone could do it, it would be a Winchester. They had an effect on angels.

"What? What demon operation?" Sam asked, looking from Dean to Michael.

"These demons were using girls from trafficking and Michael just waltzed on in a friggen ganked them all without moving a finger. It was awesome," Dean said "Those demons were friggen scared."

Michael smiled again "That's because they know who I am and what I can do."

"You!" Castiel's voice suddenly sounded.

Dean jumped slightly and felt wind brush over him as Michael disappeared from the room. He stared at Castiel, frowning slightly when he wasn't glowing like he remembered as Michael…but he was still as gorgeous as ever and he found himself staring again. His body was just so weak though…he didn't even want to move much less argue with Castiel.

"Leave," Castiel said to Sam and Gabriel, who both nodded before Gabriel grabbed Sam's arm and they vanished, leaving Dean alone with a pissed off Castiel.

"Dammit," Dean breathed, staring down. He turned back up to those fiery blue eyes "I'm sorry, Cas…time just slipped my mind last night."

"I was looking everywhere for you! Where were you?" Castiel asked, feeling anger rise when Dean stared at him with a dazed look in his eyes.

Dean sighed "Cas…we were in Europe…Michael was taking out some demons there," he said "It was like a hunt," he added when Castiel grew more furious.

"You could have gotten hurt, Dean. I had no idea…I thought," he stopped and took a deep breath, his anger subsiding slightly with the relief of seeing Dean "I thought Michael took you for good."

Dean just stared at him and noticed how Castiel seemed hurt over that thought and it was occurring to Dean that he didn't acknowledge just how much his actions could have effected other people "Cas…he didn't…I'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say.

"You were gone all night," Castiel said, trying to keep his anger.

"Michael…he drank…a lot," Dean said, trying to remember what happened after the liquor store but it was lost to him "I must have just…rested…we were in some room with Lucifer when I woke."

"Michael got drunk?" Castiel asked in disbelief.

Dean nodded "He drank almost 10 million gallons of wine," he said, wanting to grin in amusement at the thought that he got an archangel drunk. He felt kind of proud about that but didn't let it show…not with Castiel this mad at him.

Castiel sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed. He brushed a hand down his face. He had been so worried…he honestly thought Michael took over Dean permanently and he would never have him back. Why didn't he just think to check Lucifer's 'room'? He was about to protest when he felt Dean's hands press onto his shoulders but didn't; he allowed Dean to pull him up so his head rested upon the pillow beside Dean.

He let out a soft sigh when he felt Dean's hand brush through one of his wings. He turned his eyes to stare into hazy emerald "Why can't I stay angry with you?" he asked.

Dean smiled slightly "Because I'm too damn cute," he said. He frowned for a moment when he realized he just called himself 'cute'. Wow, he really was out of it.

Castiel smiled and let out a long breath as Dean caressed all of the right feathers. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Dean. He pulled him close and just lay there, smiling when he felt Dean relax in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss in Dean's hair and after a few moments, he heard the hunter's breathing even out as he fell into a deep sleep. Castiel took a long breath before allowing his senses to go into rest.

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Ended up a lot longer than I expected. O.o. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it.

Please…reviews are love. Captain Valefor (my muse) had been very stubborn lately so I was lucky when he agreed to letting me write these few chapters. Hopefully he likes the next idea…though the next chapters will most likely be rated 'M' for violence.