A/n: This is my first ever fanfic. Please review. Flamers will be ignored.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Summery: God decides to help Michael get rid of his hatred for his younger brother and what better way to do that than with a sick Lucifer? But will Michael do it? And what would happen if he does not?
Michael side as he entered his office. He was tired from training the new recruits. All that he wanted to do was make himself a cup of hot cocoa, and finish the rest of his paperwork. When he turned around, he saw a note on his desk. He picked it up and read it. It said "Michael, come to the throne room immediately. Dad." Michael had to read the letter again. What could his father want? He sighed. Looks like his relaxing evening would be interrupted.
Michael landed gracefully in front of his father's throne room. He knocked on the double doors and waited for his father to tell him to enter. When his father did he pushed open the double doors and entered the magnificent throne room. What do you need, father? He asked. God looked down to the sleeping angel in his lap. Michael followed his gaze and that's when he saw his younger brother. Lucifer. What is he doing here? Michael asked glaring at his younger brother. Sensing the new occupant in the room Lucifer opened his eyes and they widened when they landed on his older brother. Michael? Lucifer whispered, but Michael ignored his younger brother and continued glaring at him. God sighed. Your brother is here because he has a fever. And what does that have to do with me? Michael asked his father. Well, since you're brothers core is made of ice. The cage is making him burn hot. And since your core is made of fire, I thought you could take the excess body heat away. Why would I help this... this thing that destroyed our family? Because he is still your younger brother, and you were the one that took care of him when he was a fledgling. And I am not asking you I am ordering you to do it. Michael frowned he did not want to disobey his father. On the other hand, could he take care of his younger brother? It has been so long since he had last taken care of Lucifer. Michael sighed. Fine I will take care of him, but I do not like this. Thank you, Michael. Said god. Father, are you sure that this is a good idea? Lucifer asked. God smiled down at his second eldest son. It is the only way to get rid of your fever. Are you sure he would not hurt me? Asked Lucifer. Michael's heart broke hearing his baby brother asked such a question. Your brother will not hurt you their father reassured Lucifer. Lucifer sighed. OK, I will let Michael take care of me. He stood up shakily, but before he could take a step his knees gave out and he was falling. Michael saw his brother fall and ran to catch him. Lucifer was falling, but before he could hit the floor, he felt a pair of strong arms catch him. Michael caught his little brother in his arms and picked him up bridal style. He nodded at their father and exited the throne room. God smiled. He knew that Michael could not really hate Lucifer no matter how hard he tried.
Michael landed in front of his quarters still carrying his baby brother in his arms. He opened the doors and stepped into his rooms. He placed Lucifer on the bed. Stay here. I will go get your robes from your rooms. You need a bath said Michael. And with that Michael left the room. Lucifer looked around his older brothers rooms. Not much had change since he had last been in here. A few minutes later, Michael returned with his robes. Come Lucifer Michael said and helped his brother stand up. He let him to the bathroom and helped him undress. Michael snapped his fingers and cool water appeared in the tub. Lucifer got in and sighed. The water felt relaxing against his warm skin. A few seconds later, Michael followed him into the tub. Michael started to wash his Little Brothers hair. Lucifer decided to ask his older brother a question. Do you still hate me? Michael froze. Why would his baby brother ask that? He sighed. Ever since Lucifer had fallen, Michael had blamed him for everything. He had blamed him for Gabriel's leaving, he blamed him for Rafael turning cold, but he had never hated his baby brother. He sighed again. I do not hate you little star. Then why? Asked Lucifer. I was hurt that I had to cast you out of heaven, then Raphael became cold and then Gabriel left and I had blamed you. I am sorry little star. Said Michael. Lucifer sighed. After that they got out of the tub. Michael helped his younger brother get dressed and with that they got into Michael's bed. Once they were both under the covers Michael pulled Lucifer into his arms. Good night little star. Michael said placing a kiss to his baby brother's temple. Good night Mike. Said Lucifer and snuggled closer to Michael. Love you Lucifer mumbled, but Michael Herd him. I love you to little brother. The only answer he got was a snore from his baby brother. Michael smiled. The paperwork could wait. For now his little brother was home and he would spend all the time he could with him.
God was making his rounds, when he noticed that Michael's room door was open. He stepped into the room, and the sight on the bed brought a smile to his face. Michael had his arms rapped protectively around his baby brother, and Lucifer's face was berried in his older brother's chest. He stepped out of the room, and shut the door silently behind him. He new those two could stay mad at each other for long. Now, it's time to help another of his suns.
A/n: I am thinking of righting a sequel. Should it be about Lucifer taking care of Raphael? Or should it be about Raphael taking care of Gabriel? Review I'll right the one that has the most reviews. Flamers will be ignored.