Centuries

Fourteen

When I finally come to, I roll over and hold my throbbing head. There's a faint ringing in my ears still. When my eyes adjust I see I that I'm in an entirely different room. I get up and feel the whole room spin around. I groan and feel strong, steady hands on my shoulders.

"Hey there, take it slow," I look up and see Michael kneeling down in front of me. "You've been out for about a day." He turns and grabs a glass of water off the night stand and offers it to me. While I drink, I notice the room is empty, except the two of us.

"Where's Dean and Sam?" I urgently ask as my heart began to race. "Where are we? If you so much as left them, I will kill you."

Michael shushes and cups my face, forcing me to look into his face. "Relax, darling," his calm voice washes over me and I stop talking. "They're fine and unharmed. We are two towns over at another motel. They stepped out about an hour for some food." Michael slowly lets go of my face. 

"How'd you get us out?" I ask handing the empty glass to him. I watch as he turns and sets it on the nightstand beside us. As he gets to his feet I notice the small grimace on his face. "Are you okay?"

Michael nods and sits next to me on the bed I'm on. "Getting you guys out was challenging. First,getting you out was the priority since Hezekiah has some sort of obsession with you. So I got you here and went back for Sam and Dean once I made sure you were safe. They were harder to get out but I managed. When we got back here, you were still out so we started to ward the room to make sure we all were hidden." 

"So you're weak," without thinking I take hold of his hand and hold it. "How were they tracking you?" 

Michael gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "I told Dean and Sam that it's possible that Hezekiah has some recruits which can make it possible for them to channel Angel Radio one way to a specific angel or angels they want to get a message from. A little different from praying to one another or crying out for help." 

"Look about earlier," I start to say but Michael cuts me short.

"You don't need to say anything." Michael took his hand back and stood up. "I understand if you were in the moment. Like you said, it was silly and stupid." 

It feels like a cold dagger was pushed into my chest. "Michael," I whisper as I get off the bed. "That's not what I intended to mean."

"Then what?" Michael turned on me. He takes hold of my arms and backs me up into the wall. "I confess that I'm in love in with you and that for some out of this world reason, I hoped that you felt the same. I mean when we kissed," I watch the hard expression on his face melt into sadness. "I felt you completely give into to me, only to imply that it was stupid and silly." 

I look down at the ground. "I'm sorry," I say. I couldn't get another word out when Michael lifts my chin up to look at me. I use my free hand to remove his hand and slip past him. "What else was I supposed to say? Or do? I love Dean and have feelings for you. It's all so fucking confusing." I turn around and Michael is just staring at. I try and say something else but the door to the motel swings ope.

"We gotta go!" Dean walks towards me and grabs my upper arm and starts to pull me out of the room. "There are angels popping up everywhere. Mikey, you good there? Can you walk or do I need to drag your ass out too?"

I look back. I can tell that the warding is affecting him more. "I can move on my own, thank you." Michael grabs things from around the room and follow us out. Sam is waiting by the car and I notice Cas's truck in the next spot.

"What's the plan?" I ask once we get to the impala and Dean lets me go. "How many angels are there?"

"Cas, do you want to tell them?" Dean's voice sounds firm and tense. There is clearly irritation in his words. "Or should I?" Dean looks up and I see the anger, the fear, the worry, all of it, in his green eyes.