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~Two Archangels & One Human Stuck in The Cage (Nickifer/Nichael)

This is technically half-Nickifer... but I shall count it for The Book of Nickifer

Summary: Just your every day in The Cage together with Michael, Lucifer & Nick

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Nick wasn't exactly sure just where he was supposed to look. The poor man wasn't even sure what was going on, or how he got stuck here for that matter. It all seemed like a particularly cruel - and not funny at all - joke to him.

He glanced between Michael and Lucifer from his own corner in the cage they were stuck in. The last clear thing that Nick remembered was Lucifer leaving him for Sam, and before he knew it, he was somehow in The Cage in Hell. Together with not only Lucifer, but Michael as well. Nick wasn't sure where Sam and the vessel Michael used had gone to, but they weren't here, that he knew for sure.

A deep sigh left his lips as he curled in on himself, trying to ignore the fighting Archangels to the best of his abilities. That was no easy task. Nick was strongly convinced that all of Hell could hear the shrieking and howling of those two.

Angelic my ass, Nick grumpily thought.

"Let's just ask Nick then!" Michael loudly exclaimed out of nowhere. Nick blinked. "Hey, Nick!" The Archangel called out. "What is your favorite ice cream flavor?"

Nick blinked again, wondering if the two of them had officially lost it. He doubtfully answered, "Strawberry."

"We're not getting any further with this," Lucifer said to that, scowling at Michael with his pink plumage puffed out like some greatly offended bird, "now we have three flavors!" He whined before turning to Nick. "Vanilla or chocolate, Nick?"

Nick could only stare. "... are you two seriously fighting about which ice cream flavor is the best?" He blurted out, unable to hide his disbelief. If only Heaven and Hell knew about this and saw the 'mightiest' Archangels as they were now.

"Yes," the Archangels said in perfect sync with each other. Upon receiving Nick's look, Lucifer added, "It gets boring down here quickly."

Nick couldn't help but agree with that. "Chocolate," he replied, just wanting to get it over with, "I never liked vanilla ice cream."

Michael fist pumped the air in victory as a small cry came from Lucifer. Before Nick knew it, he had a certain pink-winged angel wrapped around him like a huge suffocating blanket. "That's just mean, Nick! I thought you were my human!"

"I'm sorry about that, Luce," Nick told him, awkwardly petting one of the huge wings and shoving a fistful of sparkling feathers out of his face. Why he could see angel wings inside the Cage was beyond him, but he didn't mind much. They were very pretty to look at; both Michael's and Lucifer's wings shone and sparkled as if made out of thousands of tiny gems in radiant shades of blue and pink respectively.

Not being able to resist himself, Nick reached out and placed his hand on one of Lucifer's immense wings, marveling over how soft they felt and how they sparkled like a precious stone in the little light they had. A shiver went through Lucifer's body at the contact and Nick smiled at that.

A distressed sound of some sorts came from Michael's direction and then Lucifer was pulled off him with a loud shriek and flailing limbs and wings. Michael thew Lucifer off with ease - the latter yelling loudly - and then Nick was pulled on his feet, pressed flush against Michael's firm chest. What the heck is going on with those two? He couldn't help but think.

In a way, it made him think of a nature documentary he once watched years ago, being forced to do so by his former wife. It was about some kind of territorial species of bird he could never remember the name of. The way Michael and Lucifer were acting made him think of those birds. And in this analogy, Nick was the territory they were fighting about.