"Why are you crying, Sweetheart?" "I don't want to die" "Of course you don't, dear"

(Intended to be a long ass fic but I got lazy and never finished it so it's just a one shot sorry) When Michael Turns to the Church Of Satan in his time of need, you invite him to your house to take care of him. (wink wink) SMUTT/FLUFF WARNINGS