You wanna know how special you all are? I am writing this chapter for you while I'm in the sky! ^-^. Yay! You all rock. Seriously your reviews make me smile whenever I read them. I hope you enjoy this.

This chapter will be a lot of Bobby and Michael interacting…and Michael trying to get used to human things.

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Chapter 51: Freaky Friday 3:

Michael gasped and bolted upright, his heart pounding in his chest and breathing heavy. He panted for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the darkness that filled the room from the night sky outside seeping into the windows. He let out a long breath and instantly closed his eyes to focus on his grace. He sighed and frowned when he couldn't find a trace of it. Even though he knew it would be disappointing, he tried to let his wings expand…all six…maybe two…one? Nope, nothing. He felt another wave of panic start to rise when he realized he was completely and utterly alone and powerless.

He stood up, wobbling slightly as he gazed around the dark room. He couldn't see anything…human vision was so dull and blurry. He blinked a few times, his muscles adjusting to the feel of moving after being unconscious for so long. He noticed a light peeping from beneath the door in front of him so he slowly walked over there. He pulled the door open and winced at the bright light shining into his eyes. He rubbed the sting away and listened as a voice sounded down the stairs. He followed it, his heart starting to relax in his chest at the realization that he was not alone.

Bobby turned his gaze over when he noticed Dean…or Michael walking into the kitchen. Bobby had been in the process of making corned beef hash and toast for dinner. He turned to see Dean's emerald eyes filled with confusion and worry.

Michael took a deep breath and was instantly overwhelmed by the scent of human foods. He didn't really recognize them for he never had a need for human food. He knit his eyebrows and held a hand over his stomach when it began to rumble inside of him and make growling sounds. His heart skipped a beat and he turned his eyes to the elder hunter, who was staring at him with an arched eyebrow.

"You hungry?" Bobby asked, his voice low. He really didn't know how to approach this entire thing.

Michael licked his lips and realized his mouth was salivating from whatever that smell was. He peered into the pan and his nose wrinkled at the brownish red lumpy looking stuff with little spots of white and yellow. He felt his mind feel disgusted at how it looked but his stomach grumbled again in need.

Bobby grinned slightly "It don't look very appetizing but I assure you its good."

Michael smiled politely but shook his head "No thank you."

"You're in my boys body…I ain't gonna let you starve him," Bobby said firmly "You're gonna' eat."

Michael just tilted his head at the hunter, alarmed at the tone he just used with him. He then felt a strange sensation pass through him, ending in a certain lower area. It was very uncomfortable and he felt like he needed to be doing something. He turned his eyes to Bobby questioningly.

"What's wrong with you?" Bobby asked, stirring the food around the pan.

"I'm not sure," Michael said, moving his legs around and curling them when it seemed to help the sensation.

Bobby lifted his eyebrows to see Michael doing a pee dance in Dean's body. He wanted to laugh at the image but realized the archangel probably had no idea what the feeling meant and he was not going to watch him piss his pants "Go use the bathroom," he said.

Michael nodded "Right," he said, realizing that was what the feeling meant. He began to walk towards the exit of the kitchen but paused, turning back to the hunter "Where is it?" he asked.

"Down the hall to the left," Bobby said automatically. He waited but didn't hear footsteps. He turned back to Michael, who was staring at him as if waiting for more directions "Well I ain't gonna hold it for you. Go figure it out," he grumbled.

Michael nodded, hating being human. He wondered where Castiel and Dean were…or Gabriel or Lucifer. He sighed and walked into the bathroom.

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Bobby scooped the hash into the plates with toast and placed one onto the table. He sighed and stared up "Castiel, idjit's awake now," he said to the ceiling. He paused when he heard a crashing sound and several items falling all over the bathroom. He huffed out and shook his head as he sat down to eat. A few minutes later, he decided he should go see if Michael was alive in there. He placed his fork down and walked down the hall. He knocked lightly on the door to the silent bathroom.

Silence.

He knocked again, harder this time "You fall in the toilet?" he asked.

Michael sighed as he stared in the mirror. He pressed a finger over the bump on his forehead and winced when it seemed to throb. He wasn't used to injuries lasting and he wondered how long it would be there. Using the bathroom…that was an entirely new experience. He figured it out fairly quickly but ended up slipping on water that was spilled on the floor and hitting his head on the wall. He sighed and opened the door when the knock sounded the second time "It is not physically possible to fit in that toilet…this body is too big."

Bobby rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly,"Well go and eat. Cas should be here soon," he said hopefully.

Michael nodded and walked back down the hall, zipping up the jeans he wore. He sat down on a chair and stared at the plate of food in front of him with distaste. It looked unpleasant but smelled good. He lifted a fork and took a bite of the brown stuff. He let it sit in his mouth for a moment as he adjusted to the surprisingly good taste. His stomach seemed pleased, warming slightly.

Bobby walked back into the kitchen and went back to eating his meal. He couldn't help but watch the expressions Michael was putting on Dean's face. It was absurd but hilarious when he would tilt his head at the toast then nibble on it then smile brightly.

"Thank you Bobby," Michael said, turning his eyes to the eldest hunter once he was done eating.

Bobby pressed his lips together and nodded "No problem."

Michael smiled when his stomach felt satisfied. He sat there for a moment, wondering what to do.

Bobby cleared his throat and stood up. He walked towards the exit, wondering where Castiel was. He turned to Michael "You can watch TV or something," he said before walking into the study.

Michael sat there for a moment, staring up. He didn't like the emotions that seemed to be surging through him. He licked his lips, feeling how dry they were. He stood up and opened up the fridge, knowing that's where humans kept their drinks. He knit his eyebrows at what looked like a jar of blood on the top shelf. He was sure that wasn't normal but he shrugged it off and lifted a bottle of dark liquid.

He closed the fridge and walked into the area where Bobby was sitting at a desk, sipping on a glass of amber liquid. Michael fumbled with the cap of the bottle he was holding. It wouldn't budge and it hurt his hands when he tried to twist it. Bobby rolled his eyes and held out a hand "Give it here," he said.

Michael turned to him with wide eyes for a moment then nodded and handed it to the hunter. Bobby popped it off against the desk and handed it back to the archangel…or human.

"Thank you," Michael said, taking the cold bottle. He took a long sip and smiled as it cooled and warmed through him at the same time. He never really enjoyed beer but this one was good. He stood there for a moment, staring around the room, wondering what was happening up in Heaven. Surely something had to be with him being a human and if Dean was really in his place.

"Sit down," Bobby ordered, pointing to the couch.

Michael stared up for another moment before walking over to the couch. He sat down and sighed in relaxation when his body sunk into it.

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So flying did not go nearly as Dean expected. He had discovered that he was not made for flying. He ground his teeth when his body crashed into the grass of the Heaven with brute force once again. He could feel a rib snap, creating a sickening echo before it healed up just as quickly as it broke. His jaw throbbed and the wings on his back stung as he slid across the ground, a few feathers getting stuck under his body. He coughed and took a deep breath, spitting out grass and dirt. He climbed back up to his feet, feeling rightfully irritated.

Castiel sighed "Dean, I told you to position those feathers to the left when you take off. Why do you keep pointing them to the right?" he asked, feeling annoyed himself.

Dean glared at him "Sorry but I wasn't born to wear friggen wings," he growled "And I tried to point them to the left! They won't listen to me."

"You have to focus and feel them," Castiel tried to explain, walking over to his hunter. They had been at it for hours now and Dean hadn't even managed to stay in the air for more than thirty seconds tops.

"How the hell am I supposed to feel them?" Dean snapped "They aren't mine."

"They are at the moment," Castiel said, moving his hands into the silvery blue feathers that were darkened drastically from Dean's mood.

Dean pulled away, glad he at least knew how to move them. He crossed his arms over his chest "I don't need your help."

Castiel rolled his eyes "Apparently you do…gosh, the baby angels I train are better at this than you," he said, instantly regretting it when he saw the dark look flash through those eyes. He was just frustrated and on edge.

"Screw you, Cas," Dean said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm just frustrated," Castiel said, trying to calm himself down.

Dean glowered at him for a moment before spreading the wings on his back wide. He closed his eyes and focused on feeling each and every feather. He would show Cas. He was surprised when his mind instantly connected with what he learned was the grace. He could feel the grace spread through his body then through the wings and he instantly knew where each feather was and how each one was positioned. He let out a calming breath as he let his mind move the feathers into the correct places. Somehow, he suddenly had full knowledge on how to move them to fly. He took a deep breath before letting them give a heavy flap. He could feel wind whip through his hair and feathers and his stomach turned when he opened his eyes to find himself at least sixty feet in the air.

Instantly, his blood ran cold as fear seeped into him. He was too high…he was going to fall.

"Focus Dean, you're doing fine," Castiel shouted as he watched Dean soar high up into the air before stopping. He was impressed to see Dean moving the wings in a steady pace to keep him suspended. Though he could tell Dean was starting to freak out. He could see the wings start to shudder and shake before Dean was tumbling towards the ground.

Castiel jolted over just in time to catch Dean before he plummeted, face-first. He was tempted just to let him hit the ground because a little pain can always motivate to fly right but he couldn't do that.

Dean would never admit out loud that he shrieked like a little girl when he fell. No, he certainly did not. The moment Castiel caught him, Dean couldn't help but clutch onto him. For a moment, they stood there, in the middle of the field, neither one saying a word. Dean reluctantly pulled away and straightened out.

"Dean, you did so well when you started. You have to concentrate. Don't lose focus," Castiel said quickly.

Dean sighed and let the wings slump "I tried…but then…I was going to fall down."

"You're going to fall down if you don't focus," Castiel explained. He paused, feeling the sensation of prayer. He heard Bobby's voice and sighed "Michael is awake now…at Bobby's house."

Dean smirked, despite himself. He couldn't help it when he thought about Michael and Bobby sitting in the same room together.

"Now you need to learn how to fly so we can go down to speak with Michael," Castiel said "So stop being a baby and just fly already."

Dean glared "I'm sorry I can't friggen work these things."

Castiel took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from flipping out "You did already. You just got scared."

Dean huffed "I'm not scared."

Castiel arched an eyebrow "Then prove it. Do what you just did before."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him but sighed before turning and doing exactly what he did before, letting the wings stretch and connecting with the grace. He could feel the soothing sensation pass over him.

"Deano!" a voice suddenly shouted.

Dean gasped and his knees buckled when he felt an immense wave of pleasure and euphoria course through his entire body. It was like an electric shock jolted through him and he found himself on lying on the grass, letting out a moan.

"Gabriel!" Castiel hissed in irritation as he watched Gabriel…in Lucifer's body…slide his fingers through the wings on Dean's back and tug on them gently. Dean fell to the ground and Castiel knew he probably had no idea what to think of the situation. He knew those wings were sensitive…even with just another angel touching them. If only he knew what he could do.

Dean tried to move but he felt comatose on the ground as Gabriel rubbed and flicked the right feathers. He just groaned "Stop…I'm trying to fly."

Gabriel smirked and pulled away when he felt Castiel throw a fist into his head "Ow," he said, rubbing the throbbing spot. He turned to Castiel "That wasn't very nice."

"Leave Dean alone," Castiel said firmly.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and Castiel could almost see the trickster perfectly in those eyes. Dean crawled back up to his feet, the wings flailing and twitching behind him from the touching. Dean was irritated now that all six of them flew out. He had just managed to get four of them in and friggen Gabriel had to go and make him lose control.

"Why aren't you going to see Sam? Don't you think Lucifer will take advantage of him?" Castiel asked.

Gabriel's eyes grew dark "I can't find him…and if he prays for me…well, it goes to my grace," he said.

"And Lucifer has your grace…so it'll go to him," Castiel concluded with dread.

"If he do much as touches my brother, I'll friggen kill him," Dean growled angrily, feeling the body heat up again and…there it was. He gasped and flew backwards as he shot white light out into the ground below him.

"You really have no control…and with Mikie's power…" Gabriel said. He turned to Castiel "I really don't think it's a good idea for him to leave Heaven at all, Cassie," his voice was serious.

"Screw you," Dean hissed, standing back up only to fall back down with another light "Dammit," he snarled.

"Dean…if someone pisses you off on Earth and you get mad…even the slightest bit out of control…you can easily wipe out an entire city without even meaning to," Gabriel explained "It's not a good idea."

Dean ground his teeth but realized the truth in those words "Then nobody better piss me off," he said.

"Dean," Castiel said with a sigh "Go. Fly. Now."

Dean took a deep breath to calm himself down and nodded.

"I don't know what to do, Gabriel," Castiel said, still finding it strange to see everything about Lucifer in front of him but knowing it was Gabriel.

"Michael would know best how to control his own powers…" Gabriel said slowly.

"But he is human right now," Castiel said "We're gonna' have to bring Dean there."

Gabriel nodded "How mad do you think he'd get if we put him in a ring of holy fire?"

Castiel shot dark eyes at him "No."

"It'll stop him from lashing out," Gabriel said with a shrug "Think that dick should know how it feels too. He put both me and you in one before."

Castiel just stared "I don't believe Michael would be pleased if you threatened him…if Dean were to go through it then it would destroy Michael's grace."

"And that idiot human is stupid enough to try," Gabriel muttered "I don't know. If you think you can keep him under control then go right ahead."

"I'm doing it," Dean shouted as he whipped by them, wings flaring and feathers falling in the breeze.

Castiel smiled as he stared up at Dean, who was twirling through the air. Gabriel watched with amusement before shouting "Dean…where is Sammy?"

Dean smiled as he flew around. He didn't even really have to think about it. He realized Castiel was right…if he just relaxed, it came smoothly. He flew over to them and landed quite harshly on the grass, tumbling and sliding before coming to a stop at Gabriel's feet.

"Ow," he said, climbing back up. Now he just needed to get the landing down.

"Do you know where Sam is?" Gabriel questioned again.

Dean brushed the dirt off of his clothes "I have no clue. He is pissed at me…I'll just call his cell."

"Do you think he'll believe I'm Gabriel and not Lucifer?"

Dean laughed and shook his head "Not if Lucifer is in your body playing along."

Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows "But I know things about Sam's body Lucifer wouldn't even dream of."

"Aw gross. Come on, man. And Lucifer was that body for a while so I'm sure he knows more about it," Dean pointed out.

Gabriel lost his smirk "Now I feel a little turned off about it…thank you for, Deano."

Dean smirked and rubbed his hands together "So can we go save Bobby from Michael now?"

"I need to find Sam first," Gabriel said firmly.

"Well my phone is with my body so come. Snap snap," Dean said, snapping his fingers. He still had a rush from flying like that earlier and just wanted to go again.

"Dean, are you going to be able to stay calm?" Castiel asked.

"Psh, no problem," Dean said, spreading the wings to fly. He arched back when he felt a hand pull on some feathers.

"I mean it, Dean. One screw up and I might have to put you in a ring of holy fire," Castiel said, his voice low and serious.

Dean's stomach coiled at that but he nodded "I got it."

Castiel smiled and released the wing. Dean sighed in relief and jumped forward from the reach of his little angel. He now understood the full extent of Michael's powers. All he had to do was look at the other angels and he knew that the grace swelling inside of him was immense and he could destroy most of them just as easily as swatting away a fly.

Gabriel rolled his eyes at Dean's smirk and the three of them headed to Bobby's.

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Oh goodness. I hope this okay. I wrote the whole ending in the plane and it made me giggle because I pictured Dean flying around the plane outside of the window. ^-^ hehe.

BTW…Airplane coffee is friggen NASTY.

Also, I've gotten mixed reviews about Samifer so I'll be more light on it.