A Rescue Mission

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Michael opened the door to the room Ash had set up in to find Dean staring into Castiel's sketchbook. The older Winchester brother was slack-jawed, eyes wide as he stared at the intricate pencil sketch. Michael crossed the room quietly to stare over Dean's shoulder. There couldn't have been a worse drawing to see. It was a simple pencil sketch of Dean and Cas in bed, one of Castiel's white wings thrown over Dean's naked body. It was...well, it was not exactly something that could be explained platonically. 

"Dean?" Michael said softly. 

"Yeah?" Dean whispered back, still staring at the drawing. 

"Uh, you want to put the book down?" Michael asked. Dean looked up at him, and then back down at the drawing. 

"I don't know," he said helplessly. Sam looked at Michael with the same helplessness. Michael sighed and took the sketchbook from Dean's hands. Dean didn't fight him on it. His hands just fell limply to his side. He looked up at Michael with confused and hurt green eyes. 

"How about we go downstairs?" Michael said, wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulder. 

"What happened between us?" Dean asked. Michael knew what he meant. There were so many questions wrapped up in that. Was it mutual? Did that ever happen between us? Did he destroy Heaven because of me? Did I know he loved me? Did I love him? 

"Uh..." Michael started. 

"I've got these," Ash said as she came down the stairs, holding what looked like a molotov cocktail. "I made...like, twelve." Michael sighed. Of course Sam managed to find a friend who interrupted important moments as much as he himself did. Michael looked around the room. All of the humans were suiting up, holding angel blades. Michael didn't like the looks of this. What was the likelihood that they could even do anything against the angels? 

"Okay, then let's go," Dean said, standing up. He looked over at Michael. "We can talk after. Better yet, I can talk to Cas." 

"Yeah, that would be preferable. Ready?" Michael asked. All of them nodded. Michael knew he didn't have to worry about Dean and Sam, they were both trained hunters. And Meg seemed to have a good amount of knowledge. Ash seemed pretty resourceful. Michael was worried for Charlie, Benny, and Kevin though. "You guys can still back out, alright?" 

"No such luck, Winchester. Let's go get our hoes back," Charlie said. Michael sighed. 

"Okay, then let's go," Michael said. 

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Michael glanced over at Charlie. He had paired up the more experienced fighters with the less experienced ones. He figured Gilda would kill him if he let anything bad happen to Charlie so he had forced her to stay close to him. They were right outside the warehouse that Ash's spell had led them too. Michael wondered what was the angels' obsession with abandoned warehouses, but figured he could ask Lucifer when they broke them out. Because Lucifer was alright, as were Castiel and Gabriel and Alfie and everyone else. They had to be. 

"You ready?" Charlie asked. Michael nodded. 

"Just stick close to me, okay?" Michael said. 

"For sure, let's do this," Charlie pushed open the door before Michael could argue. Almost immediately an alarm sounded up and down the long corridor they had stepped into. Michael flinched and expected angels to come running from all over the place. No such thing happened. He glanced over at Charlie, who shrugged. 

That better fucking be you, Mica, Lucifer's consciousness asulted Michael's brain. 

Luce, is that you? Where the hell are you? And you couldn't have done this earlier?! Michael mentally yelled at his boyfriend. 

Whoa there Tiger. I'm only able to do this because now you're inside the place that has angel warding. Now help me out. I'm down the hallway to the right, Lucifer told him before his consciousness abruptly disappeared again. Which stressed Michael out a considerable amount. He relayed the conversation to Charlie and the two headed down the hallway, meeting up with Sam, Meg, Ash, Dean, Benny, Adam, and Kevin on their way. 

The situation went from bad to worse at that point. When they turned the corner, they automatically had guns trained on them. So this is where all the angels had gone. There were about twelve aiming guns at the humans and four aiming at the angels. Castiel looked on the verge of passing out, and Gabriel was a bloody mess in Alfie's arms. Lucifer was standing in front of his brothers like some sort of angel shield. 

"Well, this really is a party," said a voice emerging from the crowd. Raphael stepped out from the crowd, looking at the humans and the angels. "You really don't know when to quit. Well, looks like it's time for me to do some quality control." Raphael looked at the humans. 

"Kill them all. Except Sam Wincehster and the witch. The rest can go," Raphael said, turning his back on them. The angels all raised their guns and Michael tried to push Dean and Sam behind him. The sound of gunfire reached him far before he realized he should have been in pain. He had been shot enough times on hunts and such to know what it felt like. And he felt fine. Actually, he felt better than fine. He felt very much like he hadn't been shot. He opened his eyes that he hadn't realized he had shut and found himself staring at a bullet. 

There was a bullet right in front of him, floating in mid-air. And when he looked around, Michael saw that wasn't the only one. There were a good twenty or so bullets frozen inbetween the angel guns and the humans. He quickly found the source of the frozen bullets. Castiel was glowing a bright blue that was honestly painful to stare at. Before anyone could react, the bullets changed directions and zoomed back at the people who had shot them. The angels screamed as their grace poured from the wounds of their own bullets, snaking across the ground to Castiel. The only angels who hadn't been killed were Raphael and Metatron somehow. In a couple of seconds, the two had disappeared in a pathetic retreat. 

"Cas?" Dean said as he rushed to the angel's side. As the blue light faded off of him he crumpled. Dean managed to catch him in time and pulled the unconcsious angel to his body. Michael crossed the room to Lucifer and pulled him into a passionate kiss. 

"So much for no PDA," Lucifer mumbled against his lips. 

"Shut the hell up," Michael said. "And don't you ever fucking scare me like that." 

"I'll try not to get kidnapped anymore," Lucifer joked. 

"Kiddo, I promise I'm fine. Seriously, Moose, it's just a flesh wound," Gabriel said as Sam slid his hands over the archangel's wounds. 

"Can we go home?" Alfie asked, looking comfortably tucked away in Adam's arms. 

"Yeah, let's do that," Lucifer said. "And then we can try to help with Cassie." Lucifer offered a hand to Michael, who gladly took it.

Hi...I'm sorry I've been so bad about updating this week. I missed two updates. I'm sorry. I'm going to update tomorrow too, promise. Or...I promise I'll try. 

I have the honor to be your obedient servant. 

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