(So I don't know if you guys like this whole long s11 story thing, or if you preferred the short stories. If you do like it, please tell me by commenting, reading, or even voting. :) )
"Well done." I muttered to Sam. I didn't want to risk that blade going further into my throat.
I could see Sam was uncomfortable with holding an angel blade at my throat. He wasn't sure if I could actually beat the darkness. I do have Michael will me, oh, and Rowena.
Michael finally showed up. I looked at him, and he was in- His old vessel. John. But not John before he died, John before Dean was born. His wings flashed against the wall behind him, and his eyes went blue. He walked up to Sam, eyes still glowing brightly, and tapped his forehead. Sam fell backwards.
"He's not-" I started.
"No. He's not dead. Just unconscious." Michael replied.
"Could you not have done that without the whole show?" I asked.
Michael shrugged. "Not without harming him."
He held his hand out to help me up. Sam did manage to make a slight mark on my throat, but it was minor. I took his hand and got up. I didn't want to look at him, so I awkwardly looked at the floor.
"We brothers yet?" He asked.
That made me look up. "Yeah, why not?" I said quietly.
Rowena came out of hiding. "So, what do we do with Sam?" She asked.
I snapped my fingers, and Sam's body was back at the bunker, with Dean. I didn't even look Sam when I did it, my eyes were focused on Rowena. She came closer, but I looked down and to the side, hands in my pockets.
"Heh... Who am I kidding?" I muttered quietly to myself. I turned around to the exit. I feel like I disappointed her, but so what? Just means I- owe her.
Billy let us out. Michael briefly thanked her.
"You're too polite, brother." I said.
Michael stared at me.
"You heard me. I said it." I told him. I could tell he was surprised that I had called him brother.
Rowena lightly skipped next to me on my right side, Michael walking next to me.
"So, what now?" Michael asked.
"We find Amara." I reply shortly. No details on how. Just... Find her.
"How much do you two remember about it the first time?" Rowena asked.
By it, she means the darkness's attempt at destroying everything number one. This is her second attempt.
"Not much. She was stronger than I assume she is now. I know from experience, being locked away somewhere does something to one's power." I replied, cautiously looking over at Michael.
Michael nodded. "Yeah. She's God's sister. What did you expect?" He asked me.
"I don't know! For them to work together? But no. Most siblings don't. Sam and Dean? Nope. You, Gabriel, and I? Nope. I wouldn't think it would be too different for them." I told him.
Rowena looked at us. "Where is Gabriel?" She asked.
Michael and I exchanged awkward glances.
"Let's just say that the fact we didn't work together the best went to extreme lengths." I replied quietly.
"Please tell me that means you didn't kill him..." Rowena whispered.
I really didn't feel like talking about my dead brother.
I owed her what was about to happen anyway. I kissed her. I suppose she was expecting it, remembering that I owed her. Once again, her hands were locked behind my head. She kissed me back. I figured this was how much I owed her. But I didn't want to be doing this again any time soon. A couple seconds later and her hands loosened, allowing me to pull my head back.
"The hell was that!" Michael exclaimed.
"I didn't want to-" I started, but in realising what I was about to say was going to result in more of what just happened, I stopped myself.
"I didn't like the topic." I changed my answer.
Michael rolled his eyes, looking over my shoulder at Rowena, who was now looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked. I feel like I know what she wants. And she ain't getting it. No where in the future. Hell no.
"Ugh, way to ruin it, Lucifer!" She said.
Oh, dammit. She changed her voice. Somehow. Am I meant to understand what that means? What the hell does that mean?
"Uhm...." Was all that managed to come out.
Michael was grinning largely at me.
"Guys, come on. We're in the middle of a street!" I said.
As soon as I said that, I heard an engine. An engine that sounded surprisingly like a... 67 Chevy Impala. Oh. The damned winchesters.
The car charged straight towards us. Rowena and I jumped to a side. Where- where was Michael?
Oh no. I could see blood on the front of the Impala. Michael?
Sam charged out of his car, an angel blade clearly stated in his hands.
"No. You- you dare touch Michael, you will be dead within a 12 hour period." I said, louder that it probably should have been.
Dean got out. "Aw. Protecting your older brother." He said. He had a knife in his hands.
"That's not gonna do anything to me, Dean." I said.
"It's not for you." Dean replied sternly.
Rowena was completely unaware of the situation. Dean came up to her, and almost too easily slit her throat.
"Dammit! No!" I yelled.
Underneath the impala, I saw a bright blue light. And out of the sides of the impala, I could see the faint mark of a wing after an angel had been killed. I stared at it. Sam dragged Michaels now lifeless body from the car, to in front of me. Dean brought Rowena's next to Michael.
They didn't say anything. They just drove away. A tear rolled from my eye as I looked at my brother's dead body. Rowena? She wasn't that important. I just feel like a promise was left unpaid. Somehow, in my brain, I managed to still turn 'Angel Radio' on. I clicked my fingers, and I was in heaven.
"Michael is dead!" I yelled.
I yelled it so loud I swear even Hell could hear me.
"MICHAEL IS DEAD." I yelled, even louder.
I fell to my knees, and just let the tears come out. I didn't think I cared so much about him. Both of us never got along the best. But oh how he meant the most to me.
Little did I know, Michael was holding onto my shoulder. I just couldn't feel him because he was a memory.
