Hello, brother.

Brother, How Could You?

Michael paced around the room angrily. How could Lucifer do this? His own younger brother, whom Michael had always loved with all his heart, had gone against God's word! Michael felt betrayed, angry and upset at the same time - he wanted to scream, rip his hair out and punch the walls but he also wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, to hide away from everyone, never to be seen again. He felt his heart being hacked into tiny pieces, and Lucifer was the one doing the hacking.

He had always looked out for his younger brother - Michael had raised him, taught him everything he knew, and while everyone had known that Lucifer had a wilder, more curious side to him the brothers had been joined at the hip. Lucifer had been the one to ask questions, to want a rational answer to everything. He had been the bouncy one, the loud one (only Gabriel had been close to comparing to him), the one to run around for hours on end and never get tired. The endearing one. The one you couldn't help but love and adore. The Morning Star.

Michael, his opposite, could sit quietly and patiently for hours, he had never needed (nor wanted) to question their Father. He was calm and dignified. He would follow his Father anywhere. The calm one. The loyal one. The Good Son.

The one who would have to kill his own brother.

He didn't want this, certainly not. But it was God's orders, and who was he to disobey?

Lucifer had managed it. Michael had always known Lucifer had been their Father's favourite, so he had tried his best to please God in his own ways. Of course, God loved all His children, but Lucifer had this special little way of working himself into someone's heart and never letting go. Just like how he had done the same to Michael.

How could Lucifer do this? They had done everything together. They had promised each other that they would always have each other, no matter what happens. They would always be there for each other, to comfort each other and love each other until the end of time.

But all of that was dead and gone now.

Not the love, though - whatever the outcome of this- this horrendous, awful event, Michael would always love his brother to the end of the universe and back.

Michael's pacing slowed as he recalled his encounter with his Father earlier that day:

"You know what will happen to Lucifer, don't you." It wasn't a question.

Michael bowed his head, his eyes stinging. "Yes, Father."

"You know he cannot stay in Heaven."

"Yes."

"You know one day you will have to kill him."

"I - " Michael made a sound like a strangled cat. "I know."

"Good." God strode out, shaking His head sadly. Michael, now alone, dropped to his knees with tears in his eyes and whispered: "I know. I know. Dear Lucifer, my brother, what have you done?"

Michael didn't realise he was sobbing until his knees hit the ground and he curled up into a ball, once again alone.

Or so he thought.

"Hello, brother."

(A/N: So! This is my first ever fanfiction. What do you think? Want another chapter? Leave a comment! I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters (unfortunately!)