Last installment of the Freaky Sunday section. I will be doing a random Oneshot next chapter. Hehe. I've been planning it out in my head for a few days now. ;)

Also, I must warn you…I am in a very, very FLUFFY mood! Expect lots of FLUFF!

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Chapter 58: Freaky Sunday 10:

Dean could feel the wind flowing through his feathers and it had to be the most peaceful sensation he had ever felt. The flight from Earth of Heaven was unpleasant at first but the longer he had been in Michael's body, the more enhanced he was becoming with flying and landing. With one last twirl in the air, he gently landed upon the soft, thick grass. He lowered his gaze to where Michael was clinging to him as though he were going to die. After a moment, though, Michael let go and wobbled for a moment before straightening up on his feet. He lifted his head to graze their surroundings. In that moment, warmth bubbled into his body and a smile appeared on his face.

Dean took a deep breath as the grace inside of him warmed like cocoa on a wintry night. This place just made him want to curl up in the thick, soft bright green grass. They were in one of the most enchanting places Dean had ever seen. The expanse was large and colored with deep green from lush forest. The sun was lowering in the sky, creating a pink, purple and orange ambiance over the garden. Statues were dispersed in sections of the field, some of angels and others of animals. Dean recognized one of the statues instantly as one of Lucifer that he had seen a photo of on the internet. Around that statue were deep, dark red and purple roses, curling around the marble legs of the figure. Other statues were surrounded in assortment of multicolored flowers. Archways led into the garden, each with deep dark green vines entwined along them with bleeding hearts dangling down. The pathway was smooth with soft gray and burgundy stones. Fountains were scattered throughout, one of which was a dolphin that appeared as though jumping from the fountain, spraying water from its blowhole. Another was of what looked like a young angel flying over a village, pouring water from a watering can over the small statues of humans holding their hands out and praying. The entire area held an aroma of sweet roses and crisp waters.

Dean took a deep breath, feeling all six of the wings on his back slouch down in relaxation. He knew that this place was very special to Michael. He turned to Michael, who was smiling softly, his eyes lit with joy.

"Did I do alright?" Dean asked, arching an eyebrow.

Michael turned to him and smiled warmly "Thank you so much, Dean. It really means a lot to me."

Dean smiled in return as he began to walk over to where a stone bench surrounded by lilies was sitting. A large, cherry tree rose over it, casting the perfect amount of shade to avoid a hot sunlight. Dean sat down on the bench, allowing the wings to unfurl over the sides as he gazed forward at the sunset. He turned his eyes to see Michael walking over to the statue of Lucifer. He placed a hand over where the marble hand was reaching up.

"This is the big place you wanted to bring us?" Gabriel's voice sounded "The Garden? Michael's Garden to be specific?"

Dean rolled his eyes and smiled when he watched Castiel walk over, his face brightened with glee as he gazed around the Garden. He took a place beside Dean, letting his wings curl with the silvery blue ones. Dean moaned softly as the peaceful sensations that were spreading through his body like warm water. He let his head fall onto Castiel's shoulder and he closed his eyes.

"This Garden is beautiful," Castiel whispered, pushing back the thoughts of Michael's grace that close to him. It was Dean and he would remember that. He gently wrapped an arm around Dean and placed a kiss into his hair.

"Please no chick-flicks," Dean mumbled but didn't make any motion to stop his angel.

Castiel smiled and turned his eyes back to the sunset.

"They made me look so pathetic," Lucifer said as he walked over to Michael.

Michael jumped, his heart skipping a beat when the voice hit him. He hadn't even realized Lucifer was there. His cheeks reddened slightly in embarrassment at being caught doing that. He bit down on his lower lip "I think they captured the essence of the moment fairly well considering the humans had no idea what really happened."

"I didn't look that upset," Lucifer defended.

Michael arched an eyebrow "Okay Lucifer. Whatever you say," he smirked a bit, something that being in Dean's body had taught him.

"So this is your personal Garden?" Lucifer asked, glancing around to where Castiel and Dean were curled together, watching the sunset and to where Sam and Gabriel were beginning their walk beneath the arches and into the deepest part of the Garden.

Michael nodded as he slowly sauntered over to the fountain of the angel pouring water over the village. He smiled as he placed a hand over the small stone angel. He ran his fingers over the wings, feeling every bump and crevice of a feather.

"I remember this," Michael said softly "Those villagers were praying to us every day. They had been going through one of the worst droughts I had ever seen on Earth," he paused for a moment, tilting his head with another warm smile "It took a while but I finally managed to get permission to help them. I had sent Sachael to give them rain…" he was quiet and contemplative for a moment. He then moved his hands to the small figures of the villagers "They praised for days and days while they got the rain. They were so thankful for it."

Lucifer lifted his eyebrows as he listened to Archangel Michael – Warrior of God – speak about humans as though they were precious things. He was seeing a side of Michael that he hadn't in a very long time.

Michael turned his attention to Lucifer "They really do try, Lucifer. You should give them a chance. You see how Sam and Dean Winchester act…how they risk their own lives to save strangers every day. Human are not all that bad."

"But they are flawed…they don't appreciate anything. Look at what they are doing to Father's creation…the beautiful Earth he has created," Lucifer said in a calm voice. He shook his head "I don't understand why they are still so loved."

Michael sighed and began to walk over to a new area where another bench stood. He gently sat on it before turning his attention to the sunset. He knew it was always a sunset here…at least when he was relaxed, it was. When he was extremely overjoyed about something, it would be bright and sunny. When he was angry or upset or just saddened in general, the sky would become night, filled with gloomy dark storm clouds and rain with thunder occasionally. He hadn't seen the sunset perspective in a very long time.

After a few minutes of silence, Lucifer began to speak "What do you know about my return to Heaven?" he asked, sitting beside Michael, wings lounging around both of them.

Michael turned curious eyes to him "All I know is that you and father spoke."

Lucifer nodded "We did," he said, his voice calm. His brows creased for a moment "When we were in the cage together…it seemed alright with me. I had my brother back…even though we were fighting most of the time."

Michael frowned at the memories.

"When we were down there…when Father showed up…" he paused, taking a deep breath "I thought he was going to end everything; both of us…but instead, he just grabbed you and took off. He didn't even take one glance at me."

Michael stared down "I'm sorry."

Lucifer chuckled "The most pathetic part of it was that I wasn't upset that he ignored me…I was just upset that he took you away. I didn't want to be alone again."

It was silent for a moment and all Michael could think about was that Dean would be calling this a 'chick-flick' moment.

Lucifer continued "Then Father returned again…said he wanted to talk."

Michael perked his head up in interest "What did you talk about?"

"Long story but to make it short, he said he would allow me out of the cage and back in Heaven under the terms that I earn the trust of my brothers and sisters once more," Lucifer explained "he also said something about if Sam and Dean could learn to forgive each other, he wanted to see if we could do the same."

"One of his little tests," Michael said with a half-hearted smile. That sounded like their Father.

"Oh and I'm not allowed to destroy Earth and humanity…that was mentioned too," Lucifer added with a shrug.

Michael let out a laugh as he shook his head "You really are something, Lucifer. How we are brothers, I will never know."

"Oh you know you're thrilled to have me as a brother," Lucifer joked, throwing an arm around Michael's shoulders "What ever happened with Raphie? Is it true that Cassie blew him to bits by snapping his fingers?"

Michael nodded "I guess so. After he swallowed all of Purgatory…after working with the King of Hell who he double-crossed…after killing Balthazar."

Lucifer let out a loud laugh "Who knew little Castiel would end up causing more problems than all of us."

Michael laughed a bit too "You blew Castiel up by snapping your fingers, too."

"That was because he Holy Fire Molotov'd you," Lucifer pointed out.

"You forgot to mention how Raphael blew Castiel up first," Dean added as he and Castiel walked over.

"So which of us hasn't died before?" Lucifer asked turning his eyes to each person, including Sam and Gabriel who were walking out of the Garden, looking a bit disheveled.

"I haven't," Michael said.

"Me neither," Lucifer added.

"Castiel has died the most…I think," Dean said, he knit his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure…there was that time we were killed by the hunters…oh and when Dean got himself put down to speak with Death," Sam said.

"And how that dude killed you for yellow eyes…and I sold my soul to get you back," Dean mentioned.

"And you were killed my those hellhounds," Sam brought up.

"Technically Dean has died the most if we are counting the Mystery Spot," Gabriel said with a smirk. Dean and Sam both glared at him.

Gabriel shrugged "What? I had a good reason for doing so."

"You are all very entertaining, must I say," a familiar and powerful voice laughed from behind them.

Everyone in the Garden turned to where God and Joshua were walking over.

Michael instantly jumped up to his feet. He quickly skidded over "Father, oh Father please make this right," he pleaded "I do not want to be a human anymore."

He smiled warmly "I think you make a very intriguing human," He placed a hand on Michael's shoulder "When you wake in the morning, the two weeks will have been over. You will find yourself Archangel Michael once more."

Michael sighed in relief "Thank you Father."

Sam just stared both in shock and awe at the man before him. He felt utterly speechless. His heart leapt in his chest when His eyes set on him.

"Hello Sam," He said, a warm smile curling his features "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Sam took a deep, shaky breath and gave a nod "It's an honor to meet you as well."

"I believe you have earned your right to be given the gift that Dean has had," He said, taking a step closer.

Sam could feel the power radiating from the man before him like the sun trapped within a vessel. It was almost unbearable but in such an entrancing way. He gasped and began to jump back when he felt the warm and soft hand press up against his forehead. Instantaneously, he began to feel a tingling and fiery-cool rush began to flow through his forehead into the rest of his body, settling into his fingertips, toes and lips. He felt the surge start to trickle though his chest towards his fiercely pumping heart. It sped at the intrusion, seemingly attempting to pull in whatever power was being forced into Sam's body.

Sam closed his eyes as dizziness took over. He felt arms wrap beneath his armpits, pulling his deadweight against another warm and firm body. Images began to flash through his mind. It felt as though watching them through an old film; memories.

He was clutching Dean's lifeless and mangled body in his arms…he was lying in bed with Ruby, lapping blood from the wrist he slit open…he was welcoming Dean home from Hell…he was swearing to Dean that he never went down that path…he was walking out of the room, choosing Ruby over his brother…Dean was throwing the necklace out…He was in the room with Lilith…there was shouting from Dean and Ruby…he killed Lilith and the blood was circling into the intricate design to open the cage and free Lucifer…bright white light.

Sam gasped and tried to jump back, away from the memories. He tried to scramble from the hold around him as his vision blinked back into reality. The face of God was before him, eyes sympathetic as he locked a hand around Sam's.

Sam could feel the ripping sensation of anguish and guilt from all that he had done. God, himself was seeing exactly how horrible of a human being Sam was. He just wanted to run away and hide. He wanted to wallow in his misery and guilt.

"Calm down," God whispered, his furry gray eye brows tilting and his lips curling into a warm smile "You are an extraordinary human, Sam Winchester. You managed to fight off Lucifer to save your brother and you saved the world in the process. No ordinary person would be able to do such a thing."

Sam's heart was starting to calm down as soothing sensations began to river through his blood. He took a deep breath and nodded, his throat feeling dry with cotton mouth. He licked his lips and let his body relax.

God chuckled softly as he patted Sam's shoulder "You need to learn to forgive yourself. All of those you love and care for forgive you."

"I don't forgive him for throwing me back in the cage," Lucifer barked from the side of them.

"You. Go to the room…now," God ordered, his voice firm as he pointed at Lucifer.

Lucifer's jaw dropped "B-but he pushed me back in the cage. I was final-"

"-Now Lucifer," He demanded, his tone darker.

Lucifer frowned before taking off.

Sam grinned slightly at the image of Lucifer being put in time out.

"When you wake in the morning, you will have the true powers to heal and touch the wings of angels as Dean does," God said, letting go of Sam's hand and stepping back.

Sam took a deep breath and nodded as he straightened back up, pulling from Gabriel's hold.

"Beautiful Garden, by the way," Joshua said, eyes grazing over the lush garden of flowers and trees.

"Michael always has had a more sensible view on the Garden," God replied with a smile.

"So…everything will be back to normal tomorrow?" Dean asked, keeping a sharp eye on Sam as his pupils seemed dilated with some sort of power.

"Yes," He said softly "Now you should head home. It is not safe for humans to be in their living bodies up here."

"Got it," Dean said with a smirk. He grabbed onto Michael and Sam's wrists and took off before either of them could protest.

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Dean took a long, deep breath as the sunlight beat down onto his skin. He groaned as throbbing pains tore through his muscles with each movement. He gently moved a hand to his back only to frown when all he felt was bare skin. He was definitely human again. He could tell by the weak, sore and cold feelings rushing through him. He sighed and peered open his eyes to stare at the ceiling. For a moment, he tried to adjust to just normal human vision. Everything seemed so blurry, like going from Wrath of the Titans in Blu Ray to Wizard of Oz VHS. He groaned and turned over in the bed. He smiled when he felt warm feathers curl over his back, soothing the sores and bruises that were most likely obtained from the rough flights and the rollercoaster. He could feel a gash on the side of him that was slowly healing.

"Cas," Dean whispered, his voice muffling into those silky smooth ebony feathers.

Castiel smiled when he realized his Dean was back. He roughly curled his wings around the hunter's body to yank him as close as he could.

Dean pushed at the sudden movement and began to chuckle as his angel smothered his entire face in sloppy kisses.

"Ew dude, come on…I just got this body back and you're gonna' cover it in slobber," Dean whined mockingly as he pushed his angel's face away from his.

Castiel smiled wider and embraced Dean tighter. Dean lifted his head to stare into those piercing blue eyes. He smiled as he dipped his head down to seal his lips with the other man's. Dean moaned at how amazing it felt to be able to kiss his angel once more.

"I love you, Dean," Castiel whispered through kisses.

"Love you too," Dean mumbled back into Castiel's mouth. He quickly snaked his hand up his angel's shirt "No more talking…just touching," he said.

Castiel moaned softly in agreement.

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"Mikie!" Lucifer sang loudly as he ran over to his brother who had just entered Heaven.

Michael grunted as he was yanked into a rough brotherly hug. It only took a moment for Michael to shove his brother off. He had just been trying to readjust to being an archangel. He had never been so grateful before. He took a deep breath and stretched out his wings, letting the silvery blue feathers gleam in the white lights of the room. They felt so incredible. Dean managed to take very good care of them and for that, he would be thankful. He would have to thank Dean for that when he got the chance. At the moment, he needed to speak with his Father about something. It was about time he changed more about himself. He gave Lucifer a warm smiled before thrashing his wings in flight.

Lucifer watched his brother leave and frowned. While he had been in Gabriel's body, he was able to feel the warm and welcoming grace of his younger brother. He had his own now and it – once again – filled him with the iciness his grace had morphed into from being in the Cage for so long. He honestly wished his Grace could return to the glorious bright and warm it had once been. He bit down on his lip before letting himself fall onto a leather couch that appeared out of nowhere. And he just sat there…

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"Oh Sammy boy," Gabriel whispered, stretching out all six of his wings. He was entirely grateful to have his own grace and wings back. He felt so much more warm and joyful and he had that amazing craving for sweets again. All of that, along with the knowledge that Sam would now be able to see and feel his wings had him on edge. He couldn't wait another moment to explore the sensations the younger Winchester could now give him.

Sam groaned and rolled over to his other side on the bed. He was not in the mood to wake up. He had a long set of flights the…however many days before. He just wanted to sleep forever.

His body stiffened when he felt silky warm feathers brush over the bare skin of his back and chest. That was when the reality of the night before hit him. He bolted upright and darted his eyes over to where Gabriel was sprawled on the bed beside him, bright, gleaming golden wings unfurled all across the bed and over their bodies.

Sam took that moment to admire the beauty of the gorgeous feathers that each seemed to be radiating with celestial energy that was all Gabriel. He took a deep breath as he turned his gaze to meet those bright, amber-gold eyes. Behind the cocky grinned mask that Gabriel wore, Sam could see that he was anxious.

Sam had been waiting for this moment since the day he realized Dean had the gift. He took a slow breath and closed his eyes as he gently lifted a bundle of feathers into his hand. His breath hitched as powerful vibrations of euphoria, tingling and joy seeped into his skin and though his blood. He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips at how extraordinary this feeling was. He barely had a moment to comprehend a movement before he was shoved onto his back with the short archangel crawling over him. He sucked in a breath at the feeling of Gabriel's warm, firm body pressing against his. He felt those incredible wings curl underneath his body and around his sides – just embracing him in every way they could. He stretched out one hand to cup around Gabriel's jaw while using the other one to dig deep into the feathers closest to his angel's shoulder blades.

Gabriel moaned loudly, bucking his hips against Sam's. Waves of euphoria and pleasure were pumping through him and all he could think about was the perfect man before him. He felt his head being forced down as Sam demanded a kiss. Gabriel obliged, locking his lips with the hunter's. He could practically taste the love and commitment his lover was sending through the kiss. It made his blood rush. He gasped and a deep, throaty purr escaped his lips as the hunter rubbed the feathers just right. He kissed Sam harder, more passionately. Their tongues began to dance in perfect rhythm as though they were meant for each other. He closed his eyes as he trailed nibbling yet soft kisses along Sam's jawline down to his neck where he sucked onto the sweet skin. He nibbled and kissed and sucked just enough for it to blossom with red. Sam moaned and bucked his hips while dragging his fingers though Gabriel's feathers.

Gabriel gasped at the pleasure as spots danced before his eyes. This was Sam's first time touching his wings and he already knew what he was doing. This was going to be so much fun. Gabriel gazed into Sam's lust blown pupils once more before diving back in for more.

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That's it for this chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it. It was supposed to be finished earlier but I kinda made the mistake of buying something.

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All of the reviews of my fans asking for more pulled me through though. Please…I will need it.

***Also, for those of you who do not know, I have posted another little side-set of chapters related to this called The Feather Effect: Words where I write oneshot chapters based on words posted by reviewers. It gets very interesting. Hehe.