Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 24

            Lucifer watched in silence as Michael paced nervously back and forth in the school's clinic. Adam was lying on the bed, still unconscious. Lucifer had, at Michael's panicked request, looked the boy over for any severe injuries and found none. Michael's behavior as well as the situation itself was confusing and, honesty, Lucifer had no idea what to make of it.

            "Why are you so worried about him?" he asked as he assessed Michael's tense, slightly shaking form. Lucifer, while he kept a calm, emotionless façade, was panicking on the inside. It didn't make sense to him; even when Lucifer "betrayed" their father and when He left, Michael had remained stoic. Now, a human was unconscious, and he was close to making his vessel have an aneurysm.

            Michael froze at first. It was brief and unnoticeable to an untrained eye, but painfully obvious to Lucifer. He had always looked up to his brother – admired and studied him for years. He wanted to be just like him, and he knew almost everything about him, including when Michael was freaking out. And that was what was happening now.

            "I just don't want him to die or be hurt," Michael said with a straight, impassive face. But Lucifer could see the pain in his eyes. "I mean . . . If people were to think that we caused this, they might punish us or kick us out of school. People, especially humans, do not take kindly to angel violence."

            Lucifer felt the irritation building within him. It was taking all of his self-control to not grab his brother by the throat and scream that he was a liar. He's lying to me, the devil thought, feeling betrayed. And I thought that we'd made progress . . . I thought he trusted me again – considered me a brother, not a traitor . . . I guess blood is only so thick. "Bullshit, Michael!" he snapped, his silvery voice laced with venom.

            Michael looked at his younger brother, surprise pain as day on his face. "You're accusing me of deception? Me?!" he demanded, his voice steadily rising with each word. He was in front of Lucifer now, towering over him, eyes full of hate. Even though Lucifer was incredibly powerful – he still shied away from Michael's power. Michael was his only true equal – the only one that could match his power, and it scared Lucifer. Victory was not guaranteed where Michael was concerned. Lucifer didn't back down, nor did he show any of his discomfort outwardly. Instead, he looked his older brother in the eye as Michael went on a small tirade. "You, Lucifer? You're going to accuse me? You're the one that defied our father! You're the one that is the pathological liar, not me. I don't keep secrets – I don't hide and have some secret double life. I am a good son and I listen to what Father told us."

            Lucifer didn't flinch at his brother's words but arched an eyebrow. He knew that this was all a defense mechanism deep down. Michael was trying to steer the conversation away from himself and focus on Lucifer – distract him from the truth. "All that stuff about me – tell me something I don't know, big brother . . . But was that a hint of hypocrisy I heard?"

            The words caught Michael off guard. For a moment, fear flashed in his eyes – the fear of the truth, of being caught. He quickly shoved that to the deep recesses of his mind though, hiding it from Lucifer's eyes, but it was too late. "Bite me, Lucifer," was his only response.

            "Oh-ho-ho!" Lucifer replied with a smirk. Michael's very "human" response amused, worried, and surprised him all at once. It seemed that the more Lucifer got to know his brother again, the more surprised he became. Michael had changed a great deal in the few millenniums Lucifer had been in the cage. "What an eloquent , well-thought-out, impressive insult, big brother."

            "Shut up, Lucifer."

            "Make me, Michael."

            "Better watch yourself, little brother."