Supernatural Imagines/Prefrences

Truth [ Angelic Reveal! Michael!Dean ]

He wasn't Dead but he definitely was gone. Michael made that apparent on how Dean was locked away in his own thick skull. Sam and I didn't know where to start, what could we do? We couldn't kill an arch-angel with a normal blade, and even then it would kill or hurt Dean. It was frustrating. I resisted the urge to skim my hand up over my face, instead I stayed kneeled down on the floor in front of 'Dean'. 

"Aww c'mon. Don't look so down, (Y/N). It's a new day, it's a new world. I don't have to kill you, I know Dean doesn't want to kill you." Michael smiled, more so a fake smile, making his way over skimming his fingers across my shoulder. Then ran his fingers up through my hair, taking a handful and yanked my head back. "I know Sam won't, but maybe you will. Will you join me? Or will I have to throw you to the streets?"

My nose wrinkled in discomfort watching Michael. "I would say—"

"Go screw yourself. Yeah, yeah. I know how it goes, I know how you think (Y/N). If you've forgotten I'm in Dean's head, I know everything that he knows about you. Everything." He tapped his own skull smirking, coming to a stop in front of me. Kneeling down he took ahold of my chin, "You're conflicted, confused and angry. It's hard to stay angry at a face like mine, don't you think? It wasn't so bright of you to come here alone, where's Sammy?"

I smacked his hand away sitting up straight,  "I-I don't know where he is. I heard something was going on here so I came here. Alone."

"It wasn't so smart on your part," Michael scoffed pulling away, turning towards the window and walked over, gazing out over the streets below. "So..." I pushed up to my feet brushing myself off. "How long are you gonna act like this? Does he have any idea?"

I shook my head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Aww (Y/N), you're a horrible liar. We all know you're an angel. Just how long are you going to keep it hidden?"