Thank you all so very much for the support. I am pleased that you can enjoy my work. I'm taking some time away from Skyrim at the moment to write this. It'll be short but it's a little Oneshot that I've wanted to do for a while.

Also, listening to 'Down the Rabbit Hole by Adam Lambert'. Amazing song. Listen to it if you haven't. It's helping with this chapter somehow.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…also; I kinda burrowed something from a few reviewers' pennames. :P. Hope you don't mind.

Please excuse spelling and grammar mistakes. Don't have the time or brains to edit it.

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Chapter 59: Michael's Makeover:

Michael sighed as Lucifer grabbed onto his arm.

"Do we really have to go in there?" Michael asked as he was dragged towards the large building. Neon lights in assortments of colors were blinking along the sides and on the top was the shape of a woman lifting a leg into the air flickering in a hot pink color.

"Yes we do," Lucifer said as they snaked through the cars in the parking lot. There was not a space available and Michael wondered what was so important about this place that so many humans would waste their time to go.

"This is one of the top most famous strip clubs in the entire world," Lucifer exclaimed, giving a wave to a group of men who were sitting on the bed of a truck, sipping at beers and blasting ACDC through the speakers of the vehicle.

"Strip club?" Michael asked, giving the men a polite smile when they shouted to him. He had no idea what they were saying in their drunken slurred voices.

"Yeah, hot women – well most of them – taking off their clothes," Lucifer said, amused with his brother.

Michael stopped just in front of where a line several yards long led to the entrance. He knit his eyebrows at his brother "Hot? Why not just use an air conditioner. Why do they have to take their clothing off? And why would men go to watch. Aren't the woman concerned about being seen naked by strangers?"

Lucifer pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. He just sighed and placed a hand on Michael's shoulder "You might be more naïve than little Cassie. The women take their clothes off so they can earn money for a living."

"Why not get another job? There are plenty more out there that do not involve exposing yourself to strangers," Michael said flatly.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he dragged his brother to the front of the line. Other men were shouting obscenities at them for crossing before them but the archangels ignored them. Lucifer grinned once they walked up to the large man standing before the door. He stood at seemed over six feet. His frame was large with muscles bulging from the sleeves of his shirt. Lumps were visible from beneath his clothing where there was no doubt a six pack. His mouth was flattened into a firm line, his brown eyes narrowed down at the two archangels.

"Hello Luce," the bouncer said in a deep, toneless voice.

"Hey there Joey. It's Thursday, you know what that means," Lucifer said, patting a hand on the large bicep of the man.

Joey just nodded and unclipped the red cord that stretched across the doorway. Lucifer gave him a smirk and nod and stepped through. Michael gave Joey a halfhearted smile then made to follow his brother. He jumped slightly when an enormous hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back a few feet. He darted confused eyes up at the bouncer.

"I'm going to need to see some ID," Joey said, closing the line and crossing his arms.

Michael knit his eyebrows and turned his eyes to Lucifer, who was shrugging. Michael then reached into his pockets only to realize they were void of everything. As an archangel, he had no need to carry useless human things around.

"I don't have identification," Michael said, staring up at the man.

"Then you may not enter," Joey said in a mocking tone as he allowed a set of curvy women wearing very little clothing through. Lucifer smirked and winked as them as they passed and the two women giggled and rushed through. Loud music sounded from the building and Michael had no desire to enter. He began to turn away when Lucifer shouted "That's my brother. He is of age, trust me. He is a lot older than he looks."

Michael turned back to where the bouncer was inspecting him with scrutinizing eyes. After a moment, he sighed and nodded "Just this once," he said, opening the red cord. Lucifer quickly grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him into the club before he could protest.

Once inside, Michael instantaneously wanted to run back out of the building. It was a large room that was dimly lit with neon lights and particular low colored lights over several stages that were set up with a variety of poles. Beautiful women strutted about the stages, some in bras and panties and others in nothing but silky string panties. Large breasts of all shapes and sizes seemed to fill Michael's vision everywhere he looked. He paused mid-step as he watched a female curled upside down around a pole, twirling before almost flipping back onto the stilettos she was wearing.

Her eyes landed on Michael and a delicate smile curled onto her lips. She slowly bent down before climbing onto her knees. She began crawling towards Michael, throwing a hand forward in a claw-like motion. Her long, curled hair was blonde and surrounding her face and Michael almost considered her to resemble a lion.

He gasped and stiffened when she made it up to him. While she was on the stage, she leaned back up, pressing her breasts towards Michael's face.

Michael froze with widened eyes as he was met by nipples.

He suddenly heard Lucifer laughing beside him. A hand then clamped down on his shoulder.

"Sorry sweetheart. He is new to this," Lucifer said and the woman smiled once more.

"I can show him a thing or two," she purred, moving her face towards Michael's ear. He could feel her warm breath trickle along his neck and it sent goose bumps to spread over his skin. He took a deep breath and backed away.

"No thank you, ma'am," Michael said "I – I'm just going to go and get something to drink," he quickly shuffled away, trying to rid of the strange sensations pulsing through his blood. He walked right over to the bar, ignoring some of the females trying to get close to him.

Once he was seated at the bar, Lucifer appeared a moment later.

"Come on, Mikie," Lucifer groaned, rolling his eyes. His eyes were lit as he stared around at all of the women. Music that Michael wouldn't even know how to classify was playing loudly around them. There was not one thing about this place he was enjoying. Perhaps the alcohol would help.

"Can I please get five shots of vodka?" Michael asked the bartender – who happened to be a male.

"Can I see some ID?" the bartender asked, wiping the counter with a cloth.

Michael sighed "I can assure you I am old enough," he said.

"Can't serve you without proof of your age. It's the law; sorry kid," the tender said.

Michael ground his teeth and stood up "I'm leaving, Lucifer. There is nothing for me to do here."

"Aw come on," Lucifer whined "At least try and get laid."

"I am not going to try and get 'laid'…what does that even mean?" Michael asked, frustrated.

Lucifer took a deep breath "Who in here do you find the most attractive?" he asked, waving an arm to motion the club.

Michael realized Lucifer was not going to take no for an answer so he gazed around. Nearly naked and fully naked women were climbing all over men who were sliding money into whatever clothing they had left on their bodies.

His eyes then set on a woman who was sitting at a table in the back. There were four of them and they appeared to be in their early thirties. They were all beautiful, no doubt but there was one that struck Michael's attention. She was leaned against the table, one hand clasped around a glass of red wine and the other hand was moving as she spoke animatedly to her friends. Her hair was dark, deep auburn with loose curls that spread over her shoulders. Shorter, loose curls cupped around her high cheekbones. Her skin was tanned, almost glowing vibrantly in the lighting. Her smile was soft, meeting her eyes with white teeth that seemed to shine as she laughed. Her eyes were bright, emerald green. From what he could tell, she was wearing just a black t shirt.

"Of all the hot chicks in the room, you choose the one wearing the most clothes," Lucifer teased beside him once he noticed where Michael's gaze was.

Michael let out a laugh and he shook his head "I really should get going. There is nothing for me here."

"Go talk to her," Lucifer said, standing up from the stool.

Michael shook his head and allowed two of his wings to spread out. He had been keeping them in while inside the club. He breathed out a sigh of relief from them being so cramped up.

"Oops," he whispered when several glasses along the bar fell over, spilling a variety of booze along the marble. Confused muttered resounded around them and Lucifer chuckled as he grabbed Michael's forearm. He yanked him up to his feet.

"I don't want to, Lucifer," Michael said as his brother began to drag him over to the table of women.

"I don't care what you want. I care about what I want and I want you to get laid," Lucifer said, changing his hold from Michael's arm to his wing; he was easier to control that way. Eventually, Michael just allowed himself to be beckoned to the table.

Once he made it in front of the table, he hadn't even realized Lucifer trailed away. He now stood alone in front of the four women. All of their eyes turned to him expectantly. He could see their cheeks flushed slightly and eyes glazed with intoxication. The other three women appeared similar; all of them were beautiful but wearing more revealing clothing. One had blonde hair and blue eyes. The other two had brown hair; one with hazel eyes and the other brown.

"Can we help you?" the blonde haired woman asked.

Michael froze, feeling a lump in his throat with the woman with auburn hair and green eyes stared at him.

"M-My name is Michael," was all he said. He felt so stupid, especially when their faces lit with amusement.

"Well, my name is Shelly," the woman with blonde hair said.

"I'm Sara," said the brown hair and hazel eyed woman.

"I'm Lori," said the other brown haired woman.

"My name is Cati," the woman with the auburn hair and green eyes said "It's nice to meet you."

Michael smiled, feeling his stomach turn somewhat.

"Is there something you need?" Lori asked with a smile.

Michael opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't take his eyes of Cati.

"Aww he is so cute," Shelly said, her eyes twinkling "I think he liked you, Cati."

"How old are you, sweetie?" Sara questioned, placing a hand on his.

Michael couldn't even think of a response. How old did he look? He obviously couldn't tell them his real age.

Lori, Sara and Shelly each glanced at each other; they gazed then turned to Cati. They gave her looks then each scrambled away from the table, leaving Michael alone with her.

"Hun," Cati said softly, her eyes on him.

"You're so beautiful," Michael whispered, gazing at her features. He noticed a slight under bite with her teeth and that just made her so much more natural.

Her cheeks reddened slightly "Thank you," she said "But…I'm sorry but you are very young."

Michael knit his eyebrows "I'm not as young as I look," he said.

Cati shook her head "I've heard that a lot, sweetie. I only date men who are older than me."

Michael ground his teeth, hating his stupid vessel more and more. He nodded, calming his anger. He could feel his feathers twitching in irritation "I understand," he said. Before she could say another word, he thrust his wings and shot out of the building.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he watched Michael vanished right in front of the woman at the table. She stood up, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared at the empty space Michael had just been standing. Without hesitation, Lucifer cloaked himself then flew up towards where he could sense Michael.

. . .

"Father," Michael said as he took a hesitant step into the throne room.

God perked his head up, turning it to the door where Michael was peering through.

Michael tilted his head slightly to see Death sitting at a table with God. There was a chess board set up between the two of them.

"What is it, Michael?" God asked, giving a smile as he stood up.

Death rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, muttering beneath his breath.

"Father, I hate to ask this of you," Michael said as he stepped fully in.

"Just ask, son," God said, walking over to Michael.

Michael took a deep breath "As you know, I have been spending more time one Earth with humans," he said.

God nodded, running a hand over his gray beard "And for that, I am pleased. It is about time you learn their customs. I had learned much from them."

Michael smiled "As am I. I spend time with Sam and Dean Winchester. They are quite something," he said.

Death scoffed over at the table and God smiled "What is your question?"

"Well…as I know Dean will not give me permission to take him as a vessel…I was wondering…well, I would like to ask if there was a possible way for a vessel in which I could reside. Preferable one that is not so young," Michael explained.

God smiled, wrinkles around his eyes crinkling "I was wondering when you were going to ask that. What did you try to do?"

"Lucifer had brought me to a club," Michael said.

He smiled "I have been to one or two."

"So may you create me a vessel?" Michael asked hopefully. He used to not believe it possible but when Lucifer returned, he was still in Nick's vessel and somehow it was not burning up as it did before.

"Of course," God said with a nod.

"I believe I should have the right to make up the way he looks," Death said, eavesdropping.

Michael shot him a look.

God closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly with his hands clasped together. After a few moments, he opened his eyes with a smile "Your vessel is ready. You can find him in you and Lucifer's 'room'."

"Thank you so much, Father," Michael said with a smile.

"Finally. Let's get back to the game," Death said as he crunched on a French fry. God sat back down across from his, gazing over the chess board.

"You cheated," He said.

"I did not," Death said.

Michael smiled slightly as he left the room.

. . .

"Like I said a thousand times already, I haven't seen Michael," Dean exclaimed, slamming his hands down onto the table. He was irritated to no end. Sam and Gabriel had left to have some alone time and Castiel was off doing some kind of training for the small angels. He was left alone and he was fine with that…until Lucifer showed up, rambling on about Michael and a vessel or something.

"I traced him here," Lucifer said, plopping down on the bed beside the chair where Dean was sitting.

"Get the Hell outta' here," Dean growled "Ever think he just fooled you into thinking he came here so you would leave him alone."

Lucifer ground his teeth "My brother wouldn't do that."

"Chyeah," Dean scoffed "Your friggen annoying."

"Say that again," Lucifer said, sitting up, his eyes darkening "Do you forget who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are, idiot," Dean said "You say it enough."

"I'll smite you right where you stand," Lucifer growled, feeling anger "Slimy little-"

Dean jumped when a flash erupted through the room "Dammit," he muttered. He should be used to angels popping in and out like that but damn, sometimes they were not quiet whatsoever. Those ones were usually the angels who liked to make a grand entrance like Lucifer and Gabriel.

Once the white light faded, Dean knit his eyebrows in confusion to the angel that now stood in the room in front of them. Lucifer even forgot his anger to have it replaced with confusion as he stared at his brother.

If Dean wasn't able to see the wings of this angel, he wouldn't have had a clue that this was Michael. But those long, arched, silvery blue wings were spread around him, touching the walls and ceilings. He couldn't mistake the way those feathers seemed to glimmer like metallic when touched by light.

The body he was in was no longer Adam. He was in the body of a male who appeared in his late twenties or early thirties. He was somewhat tall and had a sleek but firm body, his fitted black shirt smoothed over his muscles. He was wearing a dark green jacket and dark blue jeans. His skin was slightly tanned. His face was something an artist would cherish with a fine jaw line and smooth cheekbones. His eyes were somewhat large and rounded and seemed to glow turquoise. The irises appeared like ocean blue water with emerald swirls. His eyebrows were angled in a way that made him appear mysterious. His deep dark raven black hair was thick and windblown and just slightly long, messily down to the top of his ears. He smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth.

"Brother?" Lucifer asked his voice cracked with shock "Who are you wearing?"

Michael smiled again, his wings swaying in relaxation "This body was just made for me."

Dean grinned "Finally. It was really strange to see you wearing my brother all the time. This is much better. Suits you better."

Lucifer frowned "I want my own body!" he said, letting his wings spread. He gave them a push and soared up.

"It's nice to see you not being my brother," Dean said, his mood already getting better with Lucifer gone.

Michael smiled and took a deep breath "This body is very refreshing," he said.

Dean chuckled "Better than mine," he said, realizing just how extremely dirty that sounded.

Michael didn't seem to pick up on it. He shook his head "You will forever be my true vessel. No body will ever feel as perfect as yours."

Dean laughed loudly, unable to control it "Please…no more of that conversation. It's becoming too dirty."

Michael tilted his head "How are words dirty?"

"Never mind," Dean said, turning back to the book that was splayed in front of him.

"He said no!" Lucifer's voice boomed as he appeared back in the room. His face was contorted in irritation at Michael "How come you got a new one?"

"Because my vessel was young," Michael said smoothly "Yours is fine. He did fix it so you don't burn it up. You should be grateful."

Lucifer pouted "This is so unfair."

"Stop whining," Dean said "Just because you look like Tweety Bird."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Dean "If Michael weren't here right now, I'd smite you a new one."

"Ooh keep on talking dirty. You know how I like it," Dean said with a smirk, knowing he was getting on the archangel's nerves.

Lucifer ground his teeth and vanished from the room.

"Why do you try to anger the angels?" Michael asked.

Dean turned to him, still surprised at how he now looked. He shrugged "It's fun," he said turning back to the book. He had no idea what they were hunting. It was getting on his nerves.

Michael scanned over the book "Are you on a hunt?" he asked.

Dean nodded "When am I not?"

Michael smiled. He let his powers radiate around for a moment "Your hunting doppelganger. They are currently three miles to the west in the old abandoned church."

Dean knit his eyebrows and turned to Michael, only to see that he disappeared. He laughed to himself and grabbed the keys. Time to go to the abandoned church.

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I didn't know how to end it so…yeah.

Hope you all like Michael's new identity. ;P. I figured it needed to happen.

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