Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 66

The four remaining Princes of Heaven stood before their Kingdom, with heavy hearts. Before them lay the casket of their fallen brother Raphael, an angel that had foolishly betrayed his family, making them suffer terribly for it.
The Princes joined Chuck where the King stood as a minister began to drone on about the good that deceased Prince had done for the kingdom, and his people.

Michael's grey eyes were fixed on the closed casket, flowers adorning the top of the polished wood box in a false sense of beauty. There was nothing beautiful about any of this, Michael was the reason his brothers lifeless in a box. His own brother's blood was on his hands, and no one had a problem with it because he had won the throne.
The Crowned Prince didn't want the Throne if this was the price.
The prince was pulled out of his thoughts by a clap of thunder, everyone seemed to simultaneously look up to the sky. Drops fell slow, and large, making the congregated Kingdom to pull out umbrellas, or step under awnings.

It seemed like a never ending line of hand shakingn hugs, bowing, and condolences. It all seemed to weight Michael down further, Gabriel must've noticed as he stepped to stand beside Michael, close enough their arms were touching, gold feathers brushing up against white, Balthazar took up Michael's other side in the same manner though neither said a word.

Dean stood off to one side, beside him his brothers and parents. His heart shattered a little at seeing the emptiness in Michael's eyes, Dean could see the weight of the crown already weighing heavy, bloody on Michael's brow. His fingers twitched, wanted to do something, hit something, hug Michael, comfort Castiel. Even to pull Gabriel and Balthazar into his arms and assure them everything would be okay. The urge ticked him off for different reasons, but these Prince's had become family, and he was to marry one of them.

Dean flinched, hands swinging up to protect his face, taking a step backwards was a gasp when a hand suddenly clasped his shoulder.
"Dean?" It was John's voice. It was his father.

Dean took a deep breath, his heart felt as if it was going to burst from his chest and explode. When the Omega opened his eyes, unsure when he had closed them he was met with the concerned face of a worried father, Kate had taken half a step towards him, hand gently placed on John's arm, Adam was looking up at Dean with wide eyes, worry filled Sam's now pinched expression, and Castiel had noticed the sudden movement from Dean. Black wings twitched along with his fingers as he fought the urge to come across the room to Dean.

"Sorry. Sorry I just-just"

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you weren't paying attention."
John spoke softly as he looked at Dean's wide eyes.

Dean's face flushed with embarrassment, body shifting from foot to foot as his eyes dropped to his father's shined and polished shoes
"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." John spoke again almost hesitantly taking a step right beside his eldest son
"I was going to ask if you were alright?"

"Am I alright?" A bitter chuckle slipped passed Dean's lips "I'm so suck of everyone asking that. I do not grieve over the traitor Raphael. I grieve fro his brothers and the horror he forced them through. If I had been in Michael's position I would have rather fallen upon my own sword than take the life of my brother."

John simply nodded. Kate let go of his arm with a sad look upon her face, taking Adam by the hand she led him inside and out of the rain, even though they had a few gaurds holding umbrellas over them.
Sam stayed by John and Dean. Watching Heavens royal family, the silent tears slipping down their cheeks as they forced themselves to shake hands and take on thousands of muttered apologies.
The three Winchesters soon got in a carriage that would follow the rest of the more esteemed and related funeral guests to the grave sight for the burial, Dean watched the four Princes climb into the leading carriage with their father, he watched Michael linger outside as the heavy slow rain drops slide down his face, grey gaze lingering on the wooden and decorated box his little brother lay in as they loaded it, before someone inside the ride pulled him from his trance.

Dean, knowing Michael's feelings more now, knew that it must be hard for him to not haveucifer nearby for this. Details as to the General's mission were not given to him, other than that it was for revenge of the crown.
Whether that Meant Michael's crown, or Crowley's Dean didn't know for sure.
The freckled prince tore his eyes from the window as his carriage lurched slightly and began to move, the Omega would be lying if he said the shakey movement of the carriage along cobblestone streets didn't make his stomach lurch. Already his picked at breakfast threatened to show an appearance all morning, morning sickness, as Charlie had told him was the cause of it. The very thought of the child made Dean sick. He had yet to fully decide what to do with the child, and hadn't yet told his parents. Though the Prince knew his father was no fool and most likely recognized the stench of pregnant Omega the moment they had first seen eachother the evening prior.

Pushing all thoughts of his own issues aside Dean chose rather to focus on the grieving family he would still be marrying into.
They were what was important right now. They would be burying their brother in a few moments, they would have to give some gravesite speech, or listen to others drone on about their dearly departed.
Arriving at the site, Dean, Sam, and John exited the carriage, umbrellas immediately over them as the rain dripped on, hea y and cold onto and into the very earth.

Michael was the last to exit the carriage of his own family. Not a one of them had muttered a single word the entire ride over, no one had anything to say
Chuck had tried to cheer his sons up, but it hadn't worked. They had all averted eye contact and went on in silence.
When Michael finally emerged, one of the gaurds held a large umbrella up for the Crowned Prince, the Alpha simply shook his head. Taking a few steps into the rain towards the soon to be filled grave, he watched as his brothers casket was lowered, and his father put the first scoop of dirt over it without so much as a second thought. It didn't feel right, none of it felt real. Speeches were given, his father spoke, but all the words were faraway, distant and muffled by an ocean of grief.
Drowned out by the emptiness of sorrow and pain. Michael barely registered when he was told it was time to head back, didn't even notice how he stared, unblinking as his brother was buried, shook his head and uttered a single
"Go. I'll be along later" to Gabriel.

And soon Michael stood alone. The rain coming down almost suddenly as his knees hit the wet graveside grass. The carriages and companies of friends and family riding off towards the palace where they would share stories and eat their fill of food.
As the rain thundered and poured, Michael let out a desperate pent up cry of rage, sorrow, and heartache, only heard by the dead, and drowned out by the thunder.