Broken Wings

Won't You Trust Me?

Michael stood there in awe, staring into Castiel's eyes. "I can't believe it..... it's Michael." I thought in my head. "I can explain.... brother...." Michael said. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. Michael sighed, "Long story.... I can't tell you right now." "Michael, you're not in heaven, you look like you're roaming around like a dog! TELL ME!" I shouted, grabbing his arm tightly. "I can't tell you...." Michael said looking into Castiel's eyes. "The solution to all my problems has walked right into me. Without any effort I have found the glorious archangel, but I can't even talk to him. How I will take his grace from him? Think of something Castiel.... quickly... time is running out."

"I have to go now, I won't be much trouble to you." Turning away Michael started walking towards the street. "What do I? What do I do!" I was running out of patience, I have to do something...

"WAIT!" I shouted

Michael turned around, "What is it now Castiel?"

"If you feel like telling me anything at all, please, you'll know where I am." I handed him a piece of paper that had my number on it. "I'm your brother, and I'll do anything to help." I gave him a warm smile. I hated myself for doing that.

He took the paper and put it into his pocket. "Sure.. I will."

"Be safe." I said. Michael smirked, "I'll try to be."

I stood there watching him walk into the distance. "God.... Sam's going to kill me for doing this."

"No I can't let him get away... I can't. Maybe he won't respond at all. I'll have to do something right now or I'll never get my chance again."

He was gone out of my sight but he probably won't be too far.