SPN Oneshots

SPN Fluff Prompt (#4.)

Fluff Prompt #4.
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"I'm not really into girls."

"Nothing is wrong with you."

"You make me feel alive, more than one human as small and insignificant as you should."

((Base around a Male ||hunter|| reader. Michael.))
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Adam.

That was a sore subject within the Bunker's close kept walls. An even more sore subject was who had been inhabiting his empty body.

The second eldest of the Archangels, Michael.

One of God's many bloodthirsty saviors, and most thought out of the warriors.

Yeah, some hero he is.

Who would've thought a literal Archangel would want to bring out the end of days?

Well, yeah. That was him.

All him.

Sure, he wasn't entirely the one out to blame, but he certainly played a significant role.

Dean was supposed to be 'Michael's Sword'. His true vessel, in other words. No other human could hold and keep Michael for long before burning from the inside out. Except for Dean.

That was Dean's holiest, heaven-sent job.

Of course he had said no, profusely and more than once. He had refused to play a larger part, other than to stop the end of the world.

So that's where Adam came in. Thrown for the twisting and turning loops of the job. A never ending problem that only ever made itself known to hunters like us.

Apparently, John Winchester was a player back in his time. Fathering himself another son, and a half-brother for the Winchesters with another woman. Disregarding the late Mary, utterly and completely.

'What a dude.'

You thought, overly angry for the Winchesters, and for Mary.

Why you weren't mad at Michael, of all the people? You would never know, probably never even begin to figure out.

Adam was one of the sweetest people you had the fortune of knowing, you couldn't be angry over his want to see his mother once again. That was a no-brainer. Every single one of you would sacrifice a chance like that.

Sam and Dean had plenty of people to mourn and wish back from the dead. Hell, you had a fair share of those yourself.

You would do anything to see yours again, that's for damn sure.

Although John, on the other hand, was one of those people that you couldn't NOT be mad at. You heard every story possible or imagined, and anything that could've ever been conjured about that man.

You loathed his being. His ego and psyche, absolutely everything.

For some reason thought, Dean and Sam just couldn't wrap their heads entirely around the fact that he wasn't that great a guy.

Sam had a faint idea, but he would never truly know. Dean preferred to stay in the dark, never tarnishing his perfect image of the man who raised him.

'Raised? Hardly. From what I've heard, drove into a soldier more like.'

You pitied them. A lot.

Yet something about Michael, it was entirely different. And you had felt differently, more than ever now that he was present in your lives.

A conflict settled within in your very core, your beliefs changing everyday, all because of that Archangel.

He had an effect on you. Wether it was one you liked or had a disdain for, you couldn't place your tongue.