Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Coffee and Memories

Michael walked out of the house, pulling his jacket tighter around him. His jacket. Not Lucifer's. He had grabbed it when he first went to leave the house and it smelled overpoweringly of coffee, wood, and oranges. He wasn't entirely sure why Lucifer always smelled of those three things, but he did, and Michael's heart broke all over again smelling it. So he threw the jacket back on the hook and grabbed his own. 

He pulled out his phone as he walked, strolling through his contacts. Sure, Ash was a natural witch and the person best equipped to find her was unfortunately herself. Luckily, Michael had other friends he had made through hunting and had set up a meeting. He had to get Ash back. Then he had to deal with Abaddon and Azazel so that Crowley could take Hell back over. And then finish off the angels. Michael twisted the ring on his finger. He and Lucifer had always made the boys their first priority, but now Michael didn't just have Sam and Dean to worry about. Now Gabriel, Castiel, Alfie and all the human misfits they had picked up where his to take care of. Alone. 

He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to think about Lucifer. He knew he shouldn't still be wearing the ring. He had managed to go through all of his fiancé's clothes and to clean the entire room so it wouldn't smell of him. But he couldn't bring himself to take off the ring. Everytime he saw it, he was reminded of all the things that would never happen between them. The wedding that wasn't ever going to happen, the days when they weren't on the run, the oppurtunity to be as normal as Satan and a guy raised hunting could be. But some semblence of normal was better than nothing, because that's what Michael had. Nothing. 

He walked into the café and the barista at the counter gestured up the stairs. Michael tried to igonore the scent of coffee. He climbed the stairs and saw that there was a private room at the end of a long hallway. He walked down the hallway and opened the door. There was a woman with red hair and a blue dress that was definitely too classy for where they were. She had dried herbs and a skull on the table. 

"Michael!" the woman said in a heavy accent, standing. 

"Rowena," Michael said cautiously. The red-haired woman grinned, fully aware of how unsure of the situation Michael was. 

"Oh, please, sit, darling," Rowena said, gesturing at the chair. Michael sat down and smoothed the table cover nervously. Rowena sat down across from him, but when she looked up something about her usual cocky expression had faultered. "Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Michael said calmly. He was, again, surprised by how even his voice sounded. "The map, Rowena." 

"Of course, you have a personal affect, I'd assume?" she asked. Michael nodded and handed Rowena a small origami penguin. Rowena nodded and dumped it into the pot and then dumped the contents across a map which she then lit on fire. "Who are you even looking for?" 

"A witch. She's..." he started. 

"Ah, the teen witch? I've heard whisperings," Rowena said. Michael looked at her. The last thing he wanted to hear about was the gossip amongst the witches. "Are you sure you're okay? You look....weird." 

"Yeah, I'm good," Michael said as the map burnt out. He grabbed the fragment and looked at her. "We done here?" 

"Yes, I believe so. You're lucky I owe you Winchester," she said. Michael shrugged. 

"Call it luck, but I believe you owe me because I saved you from getting turned into a toad by some coven members, Rowena," Michael said. "Have a good day." 

"Do call sometime!" Rowena yelled after him, but Michael was already out the door. He looked down at the map. Manitou Springs, Colorado. Seems like they were going to have to take a road trip. 

Michael opened the door to their house and looked around. The living room was completely empty. He saw that the sliding glass door was open and panicked. He rushed over to it, but what he saw was almost worse than any demon or angel attack. Benny or Kevin, who he hadn't seen since that morning, were covered in dirt and leaning on shovels. The rest of their ragtag group was gathered around the hole they had dug, looking toward the door. Waiting for Michael. 

"Hey. We waited for you," Gabriel said softly. Michael looked over at the youngest archangel. He was sitting on a chair by the door, eyes red and puffy from crying. Michael looked back at the group. 

"Why?" Michael asked. His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry and his head was pounding. He rubbed at his chest. Was he having a heart attack? That would be his luck. 

"Because...Cassie wanted him buried. And we didn't want to do it without you..." Gabriel said. Michael looked over at him. 

"Why? Because instead of a wedding I get a fucking funeral? I think...." Michael trailed off. "I'm going upstairs. I can't. I'm sorry." Michael turned and walked back inside, shutting the glass door. He walked straight into his room and laid down on the sheet less bed, shutting his eyes. 

"Hey, sorry for uh, leaving this morning. I had to get back to..." Lucifer started rubbing the back of his neck. Michael shrugged and looked over to where Adam, Rufus, and Garth were starting to get ready to go. He tried not to think about the previous night because it had him blushing every time. 

"Yeah, no big deal. I get it. Gabe and Cassie, right?" Michael said, with a smile. 

"Look, I had a lot of fun last night," Lucifer said, chewing on his lip. Michael wished he would stop doing that. It was so cute. This is why he hated the morning after. This was why he only hooked up with people he met at bars before moving onto the next town. "I brought you this." Lucifer held out a cup of coffee. "And uh, I'm sure this is stupid and I shouldn't even ask, but what's the likelihood of that happening again?" Lucifer asked. 

"Us having sex?" Michael asked, not entirely sure if that's what Lucifer was referring to. The archangel nodded. "You...wait. What?" 

"Look, I'm not going to bullshit you. I like you, for some weird reason. It's not like you're the first human who I've fooled around with...but you're the first one that actually knew who I was. So, if you want, I'd like to do it again. I don't know, make a thing of it. Until of course you want to stop or whatever," Lucifer said, blinking at Michael. 

"Is this your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?" Michael asked. 

"It's not exactly like I've done this before," Lucifer snapped. Michael laughed. 

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious," Michael teased. 

"Hey, you two! Hurry the fuck up," Adam yelled from the car. Michael and Lucifer both flipped him off simultaneously without looking at the car. 

"So?" Lucifer asked. 

"Yeah. I mean, sure. Fine. That works," Michael said, stumbling over his words a bit. 

"You're cute when you're flustered," Lucifer teased. Michael took the extra cup of coffee from him. 

"Did I just agree to deal with your annoying ass for longer than I have to?" Michael asked jokingly. Lucifer grinned and leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

"You've just agreed to deal with the torture that is me for the rest of his life, Mica. You know what you've gotten yourself in to?" Lucifer said. After a quick glance to make sure no one was looking, he bit his ear gently and then kissed his cheek. 

"Is that a promise?" Michael said.

"Oh, yes, hunter, that is a promise," Lucifer mumbled. 

Do you guys still hate me? You probably should. Anyhow, at least they're gonna get Ash back soon, right? And now we know the coffee thing. That was a spur of the moment thing. 

Oh, also, any of ya'll heard Charlie by Mallrat because I love that song. And I love the Love Like This EP by Kodaline....sorry, I spend most of my time with my headphones on, so I'm a music junkie. Favorite songs? 

I have the honor to be your obedient servant.