#featuring: michael (loyaltylanced)

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dean's exhausted. and hurt. he's trying to let the first show long before the second starts to catch up with him and become obvious. there's bruises lining ribs that make him feel like he's suffocating. his fucked knee is banged up doing a number on his ability to grit his teeth and fake it. add in a rather nasty slice along the back of his opposite calf? one blood's been threatening to start oozing, again, out of the opening ever since they started walking? god damn it, he just got it tied off and made it stop bleeding. he's (...) this close to admitting defeat and asking for the other to slow down. his bones are dragging.

one bloody knuckled hand slams down on the tree trunk he stops and leans against. his confession comes out bitterly. through a mouthful of frustration, teeth bared in a grimace right after. was it the taste of saying that out loud? or another shock of pain through his system? BOTH. and the reaction he gets? green eyes only lift slightly from where his head's bowed with deep breaths being drawn in. the look on his face says it all oh fuck off. his eyes widen as he's pulled into her arms. they glance towards the shadowed wings as they spread. and he slams his mouth closed to stop himself from saying a word. last thing he wants is to end up falling from wherever the hell high they're about to be.

"don't worry. i'll keep them to myself. you make it kinda easy to want to anyway.." okay so he didn't hold EVERYTHING IN. one set of digits wraps around the opposite wrist. arms around her waist. he's not going to put up much more of a fight. "just..don't friggin' drop me. or i'll haunt your ass."

[errantsouls]

mostly, i was angry. angry about what you had done, about why you had done it. / for luci — kotor ( accepting ) / @loyaltylanced

❝ Why? ❞ Oh, that’s the question, isn’t it. Here in the cage, darkness swelling around them, the throbbing pulse of Hell through the walls. Maddening. It’s uncomfortable in all ways here, their magic stifled and dampened. And he’s sprawled here like he owns it, laying sprawled on a raised slab, wings folded under him like some makeshift pillow. They’ve burned out enough of their time in fighting, bared teeth and rage and pain and old hurt, and now there’s just ——

Time. Endless time. 

They can’t kill each other here. Not so much because they’ve reached a truce, but more because it’s forbidden by the powerful wards built into this place: nothing can escape by death. He twirls a finger, drawing a symbol on the side of the cage. It pulses softly with light — the Lightbringer, once. 

❝ Because I defied our father? ❞ He doesn’t look over to Michael, but then: he doesn’t have to. Even while, with Sam’s soul gone, he takes the form of his former Earthbound vessel, his senses extend far beyond the human. ❝ So you were angry, and you chose to — what? ❞ And now his gaze does flit over. ❝ Hit first, judge me worthless? ❞ His features remain largely emotionless, but oh, does the perceived betrayal radiate. ❝ I loved you more than our father, once. And you didn't even listen. ❞

[loyaltymoved]

@loyaltylanced whispered: [ GAZE ] : right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver's lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation.

There's a tiny smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes scan over Michael's features, seeing the archangel's eyes fix on his lips, then up to his eyes.

"Are you going to kiss me, or not?"

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pretty. a sardonic scoff. the back of a wrist rubs blood away from the corner of dean's mouth. hard to tell if it's his or something else's. it smears a rust colored streak over the hunter's jawline, mingling with the dusting of a five o'clock shadow. a bloodied-knuckled hand reaches for the blade. WARY and just on the calm side of feral green eyes stare into the pair before him.

the weapon falls to his side. knuckles bleeding out to ivory marked with caked on crimson from how tightly he holds the hilt, his hand refuses to tremble. refuses to do anything but STAY AT THE READY as if dean's pondering darker thoughts than what play out on a face full of indifference and an ebbing WRATH.

"....don't give me a reason to make you REGRET it," dean's struggling to accept this is simply a peace offering. THERE ARE ALWAYS STRINGS ATTACHED. "then neither one of us have to worry about it." his fingers, one by one, rise and fall in a wave as his grip remains tight but shake a rising spasm loose. "what are you going to ask me to use this for.. or on? and if you're lying....we circle back to that REGRET part.."

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“No human is bullet-proof.”

"yeah, i get it. but neither are any of the not-so-human types either. sometimes?" the hunter rocks his beer in his hand, watching the liquid splash against the sides. suds bubble up along the edges. green eyes flick up to meet his. "you just gotta figure out what kinda bullet hits the mark."

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❛   it takes a lifetime to die, and no time at all.  ❜

"or about one lifetime to die countless times and in way too short increments. guess it's all a matter of perspective. gotta ask though.. what brought that on, lydia deetz? gonna tell me that your life is one. big. dark. room. next?"

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“Gosh, it’s awful, ain’t it tragic?”

"how come i'm gettin' the feeling that there's sarcasm dripping from every word you just said?" dean gives the angel a smirk, brows lifted as his tone is saturated with the same snark that he's accusing michael of. ah. it is how they work. more often than not. isn't it? seems to be a habit of theirs. one that dean's not sure he wants to break. not yet.

[loyaltymoved]

@loyaltylanced whispered: ❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

"I can't imagine anywhere better." Adam returns, a smile playing on his features as he glances over to Michael.

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christ. it's a freaking weird feeling. being lifted into the air and at the mercy of the one holding you there. dean reflexively holds on tighter--he can't help it. he's freaking HUMAN, after all. and--eventually--he stops looking at the ground because they left a sea of leviathans down there and he's content to not pay them much more mind. sure. there might be other reasons. bigger ones. being this high up and not on anything solid could be massive. but, hey, might not be EITHER. whatever!

oh why they stopping? why? let's not do that. let's keep going til we're done. panic?! come on, come on, come on. it's go time. not stop time! what's going on in the angel's head? "isn't that the same thing? letting me drop. insinuates that i'm gonna go splat on the ground if you do. i'd rather NOT."

"i don't know. out of here? somewhere that isn't full of a buncha hungry audrey twos down there." the fingers touch his head and dean squints, waiting--cringing--but waiting with held breath. "figuratively speaking. somewhere safe.. let's go with that."

" Mm. " Her tongue is bitten -- bold of Dean to assume that he'll get into Heaven, but it's allowed to go unsaid. " I didn't say that I'd let you die. Just that I'd let you drop. " And with that said, all things considered, they're off -- more slowly than Michael would like, but then, Dean's hurt. Flight with someone else isn't light on the other person, even at the best of times.

In some ways, it's nostalgic, the flight through the open air, regardless of the reason; how long has it been since she's had the opportunity? The rush of wingbeats, thoughtless and reflexive. Distance is put between the pair and the leviathans quickly -- relatively -- and she stills midair.

" Where am I letting go of you? " Curious, perhaps, or maybe Michael wants to know where she's flying. A cursory glance over him, and two fingers press to the hunter's forehead. " Figuratively speaking. "