Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

The Devil's Jacket

Michael wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle Dean. When the previously dead Winchester walked out of the room Castiel was in, he looked...weird. Michael wasn't exactly sure how to explain it, but Dean was confused. And probably stressed, and probably very, very tired. And Michael, even though Dean didn't quite remember the previous months, was going to try to help him at any cost. What else was family for? 

"You can leave him alone for two seconds, Mica," Lucifer mused as Michael watched Dean rifle through the fridge. 

"Shut up. I didn't even say anything," Michael snapped defensively. Lucifer clicked his tongue. 

"You don't even have to say anything, Mica. I know you. You're going all fatherly right now. Why do you feel the need to be the dad of this group?" Lucifer asked. 

"Because then I can laugh at you trying to be the mom," Michael teased. Lucifer glared. 

"I am no one's mother," Lucifer said defensively. 

"I think I cut my finger when I was climbing down that ladder," the random girl who had shown up with Sam (Michael was going to have to start learning the names of the people around here) said, studying her bleeding finger. 

"Let me patch you up," Lucifer said with a kind smile. Michael tried his best to turn his giggle into a cough, but the devil still realized what he was doing. "Damn you hunter for turning me into a middle-aged soccer mom," Lucifer huffed before walking off to the random girl. 

Michael took the disappearance of his lover to his advantage and climbed to his feet, entering the kitchen. Dean was eating a hot pocket and sipping a soda. Michael leaned up against the counter and stared at the older Winchester brother. 

"Are any of you going to explain what's going on here, because I'm still so confused," Dean said to Michael. Michael sighed. That was a lot to explain. A lot of the details about Dean and Cas Michael didn't even know. The hunter hadn't really been good at sharing. And he knew that anything he said, Dean wouldn't believe. Or he would believe and be so freaked out he might just disappear with his dad. 

"How about we go for a walk?" Michael offered. Dean nodded and scarfed down the rest of his hot pocket before following Michael outside. They were walking down the street in silence. Michael wasn't even sure what Dean wanted to know, and he wasn't sure how much was right to tell him. 

"So how come you were never around when I and Sammy were younger?" Dean asked. Michael shook his head. They had nearly the same exact conversation when Dean and Sammy had first come to live with him. 

"Your dad didn't want me around. What with the whole...you know, me being gay and all. Figured it was a bad influence on you guys," Michael said, pulling on the sleeves of his leather jacket. Well, technically it was Lucifer's leather jacket, but they were close enough in size that they mostly just shared clothes. 

"Oh," Dean said. "You already told me that, huh?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah. But it's okay. It's good for you to ask questions. Any questions you have..." Michael started. He was cut off by a shrill scream down the street. Michael jumped, his hand instinctively going for the angel blade he knew was inside the jacket. Before he had a chance to do much of anything, Dean was tackled in a hug. Michael blinked in confusion. 

"I can't believe it's you, Dean! I thought you ghosted me," the person, a girl, said. She had red hair and a pretty smile. Dean looked very, very confused. 

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know who you are," Dean said. 

"Oh..." the girl looked like she might start crying. 

"Dean was in an accident, he lost a lot of his memories," Michael clarified. He needed this girl to explain who she was before he stabbed her with the angel blade just in case. 

"Oh my god, that's horrible! I'm sorry to hear that. I guess I can't be too mad you never called me," she said. 

"I was supposed to call you?" Dean asked. The girl nodded. 

"Yeah. Let me explain who I am. I'm Anna Milton. We were friends in school," the girl-Anna-said. Michael didn't like the way she said friends. It was the same way Gabriel said he and Sam were friends. 

"Okay, well, I'm sorry I never called you. What are you doing here if I was in school in Oregon?" Dean asked. Michael was glad Dean was naturally suspicious. He wasn't glad that he was checking out the red-haired girl. This was not how things were supposed to happen. Dean Winchester was in love with Castiel, whether he remembered it or not. 

"I'm going to college down here. I can't believe you're here too...can we go out? Get something to eat, catch up, maybe? Maybe I can help you remember," she said. Michael was very unhappy with the way she was batting her eyelashes at Dean. 

"Yeah, actually...I'm not busy right now," Dean said. "That cool?" he asked Michael. Michael wanted to say that it was for sure, not in any way, shape, or form, okay. Instead, he just nodded. 

"You do you," Michael said instead. Dean looked slightly irritated by the fact that Michael didn't approve, but didn't say anything. 

"I'll see you then," Dean said to his uncle before walking down the street with Anna. Michael shook his head. Not cool, Dean. Not cool at all. 

Michael sighed and walked back to the house, pulling Lucifer's jacket tighter around him. He had to find out a way to get Dean's memories back before he went back to being the good little soldier who denied his feelings for everything and everyone. Michael was not going to let that happen again. 

So, it's short. But it's a chapter! And the drama, the intrigue...sorry, I'm brain dead 100% of the time right now. And Guns and Ships is playing, so it makes me that much more extra. 

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