Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Cocktail Dresses and Oranges

Dean knocked on the door, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket. He leaned back against the railing on the balcony of the apartment entrance, ignoring the tingling of his lips. He didn't think he would ever get the taste of honey out of his mouth. But he was going to have to try. After all, the only thing he and Cas ever did was get each other in trouble. And he couldn't put Cas in danger like that.

"Hello...?" Anna said as she opened the door. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress, low key and hugging her upper thighs tightly. She was honestly beautiful. But she wasn't Cas. She would do for now though. "Dean! I was actually just leaving...you haven't called me."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I was busy. And you got a date?" he asked. She smiled and quirked up an eyebrow at him.

"I think you're my date," she said with a grin. He returned her smile.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Do you know how to dance, Dean Winchester?" she asked before grabbing his arm and pulling him down the stairs.

Michael rubbed his forehead and stared at the ceiling. He glanced over at the electronic alarm clock. 4:26 in the morning. He yawned and his vision blurred from exhaustion. And still, he couldn't sleep. He growled and climbed to his feet, pulling the tape off one of the boxes in the corner unceremoniously. He pulled out the shirt on top and pulled it to his chest. It must have been clean because it didn't smell like Lucifer. He threw the shirt across the room. Well, he knew his jacket would work. It was honestly the only way he was going to ever sleep.

He climbed down the stairs in the dark and stumbled over to the coat rack. And then tripped on something and fell face-first into the ground.

"The Hell?!?" Michael grumbled, rubbing his nose and kicking at the thing he had tripped over. He heard a grumble from the couch and climbed to his feet to turn on the light.

He almost had a heart attack at the sight of Castiel's wings. He knew from Lucifer that Castiel's wings were pure white. The ones that were draped across the room were midnight black, so dark they were almost blue. Michael glanced at Castiel, who seemed in the process of waking up.

"Castiel?" Michael asked. The angel opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"Is Sam okay?" Castiel asked. Michael nodded.

"Yeah, Sam is good. What the hell happened with your wings?" Michael asked. Castiel looked at him in confusion and then back down at his wings. He blinked and the tip of his wing flicked. The younger angel was no longer pale and sickly looking. He looked fine. He looked healthy. 

"What happened?" Castiel asked Michael as if he knew. He shrugged and looked at the coat rack. Dean's leather jacket was missing. 

"For the love of all things unholy, can people not just stay home for one night?" Michael mumbled. Castiel looked up from his wings. 

"I think Dean did this," Castiel said. 

"How?" Michael asked. Sure, Dean was useful for a lot, but the guy didn't have magical healing powers. 

"His...his soul and my grace..." Castiel started and Michael figured what was coming next. 

"Yeah, okay, I don't need the details. Well, Dean's gone, so we should probably go find him," Michael said, pulling down a jacket. He pulled it on and was hit with the scent of coffee, oranges, and wood. He snuggled deeper into Lucifer's jacket. He knew he shouldn't indulge himself like that, but it was too hard to constantly pretend that he wasn't broken over Lucifer's death. That he wasn't desperate to get one last time to tell the archangel just how much he loved him. But Michael had to be strong for everyone else. That didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the scent of the archangel before it disappeared altogether. He went to open the door but realized Castiel wasn't with him. 

"Castiel?" Michael asked. Castiel was sitting up now, his wings retracted. Michael crossed the room and sat on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at Castiel, who's ocean blue eyes were attempted to look everywhere but Michael. "What's going on?" 

"Dean doesn't...he doesn't want me," Castiel mumbled. Michael couldn't help but smile. 

Cas, if Dean didn't want you, he wouldn't have left. You scare him. The way you make him feel scares him," Michael said. 

"For good reason, Michael. We just cause trouble for one another," Castiel said. Michael shook his head. 

"Look at me, Castiel," Michael said in his best Dad voice. Castiel looked at him with tear-filled blue eyes. "You and Dean...you get each other in a lot of trouble. But hell, so do Gabriel and Sam. So did Luce and I. And I get it, because we tried to let each other go once and do you remember how pissed at Dean you were for that?" Michael asked. Castiel nodded, looking at the floor. "If I had the chance to have one more day..." Michael trailed off as the lump grew in his throat. He cleared his throat. "If I could have one more day with Luce, I wouldn't give a damn about how bad life could be after, because you never know when you're going to lose them." Castiel looked up at Michael. 

"I miss him," Castiel said. Michael nodded. 

"Yeah, me too, Cassie," Michael mumbled. Castiel slid from the couch to the coffee table and hugged Michael. Michael knew that he wanted to break. All the emotions he had been holding in were on the verge of coming out in a flood of tears and broken lamps. He had gotten out some of the pent up anger when he had killed the demons saving Ash, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to cry until he could hardly breathe as he looked through those stupid pictures Dean had insisted on taking. He wanted to punch a wall a couple hundred times till his knuckles were bloody and the drywall was broken. But he couldn't do any of them. Not yet. 

"Come on, Cassie. Let's go get back your stupid boyfriend," Michael said, pulling the angel to his feet. "Where is he?" 

"Walking," Castiel said. Michael yawned. "We should get him tomorrow. He'll be fine. Sleep," Castiel said to Michael and the hunter was honestly too tired to complain. 

"Okay. I'll go sleep. We'll talk in the morning. Don't do anything stupid," Michael mumbled. 

"Okay, I promise," Castiel said and Michael stumbled up the stairs and collapsed in his bed. He pulled the jacket tighter around him and buried his face in the front of the jacket. He was in a deep peaceful sleep in a matter of minutes. 

Guys...I'm tired. And stressed. And honestly...I want to drop out of school. It's so boring and I hate like two of my classes so much. My Spanish professor gave me a low grade in class participation and it annoys me because professors don't seem to understand that some students are just incredibly introverted and not comfortable talking in front of the class. Like, seriously. Anyhow, I misjudged how much I have left in this book. It should actually only be like...five more chapters. I mean, woohoo! 

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