Supernatural One Shots

The Fall, Viewed From Above (Michifer)

After Michael had thrown Lucifer into the pit, he fell into a pit if despair.

Already just after he forced Lucifer down, he fell on his knees, the world fading around him. The voices grew muffled, the cheering gone as he tried not to fall in the hole that used to be Lucifer's presence. Now Michael couldn't even see his lover's Grace.

Suddenly he was in his room, staring at his bed. The bed he had shared with Lucifer more than once. A warm liquid dripped down his face: tears. When did he start crying? Or did he ever stopped?

More tears flowed, he lifted his hand, shaking. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? When did he start shaking?

Sobbed racked trough his body as he sealed the door. He didn't want to see anyone. Climbing on his bed, he let his pain loose.

Desperate shrieks echoed trough Heaven, Michael's true voice filled with pain, grief, guilt and anger. He clutched his pillow as it could take the pain away, as it could relieve him from everything.

He must've fallen asleep at some point because when he woke up, he sensed a huge amount of people waiting in line to see him. So he fixed himself, erasing every trace of his breakdown the day before.

For seemingly endless hours angels came in, say a sentence or two, and leave.

To those who told him he made the right choice, he gave a small nod, trying not to show his disagreement. To those who congratulated him, he flashed a small, sad, fake smile.

When the line finally ended, Michael closed his door again and his facade fell. He cried again, this time because of how much angels saw Lucifer as a downright evil being, not even acknowledging him to be an angel anymore.

For a complete millennia he stayed in his room, unable to come over his pain. He stayed in his room, laying on his bed trough the dullness that took over his his mind.

Then, something happened, or rather someone happened. Michael's door was pushed by a little hand. A small angel came in, not over 6 or 7 years in human rating. A blue-eyed, black-haired boy that came in silence. He climbed on the bed, snuggled into Michael's side without a word, just being there, not caring if Michael didn't show any sign of noticing his presence.

He stayed there for almost two hours, then left. Not a word has been said. And he came back the next day, and the day after, and everyday since then.

After about a year, Michael started to warm up to the kid's presence. He'd hug back, petting the boy's hair, a very good distraction from the invasive thoughts he couldn't escape. Then eventually he asked the boy him name: Castiel. And they resumed cuddling without a word.

The day after he asked the boy's name, Michael talked. He went on for hours, about everything that was on his mind.

About Lucifer, his relationship with him and their love. About how Lucifer was utterly misunderstood, and how the archangel really was. About their first kiss, and how it felt. About how he himself broke apart when Lucifer fell, about all these thoughts he had been having. These thoughts about how he could let himself fall to forget everything and die, or commit a fault grave enough for him to be sent in the cage with Lucifer. He told the boy how he had been his anchor, keeping him from drowning in these thoughts. Everything.

And for the first time except when he had said his name, Castiel spoke.

He told Michael that he had made a choice. Not a good one nor a bad one, only a choice, and that there was no going back. He said that from what Michael said, when Lucifer would come out of the cage he wouldn't hold it against Michael. He said he was grateful for Michael to have accepted him, because otherwise he wouldn't have been his anchor. He spoke with such wisdom for a child, almost like an elderly trapped inside a young body, it made Michael feel just a little less bad.

As Castiel grew up, the cuddling stopped but he still visited Michael, reading or doing some other silent activity. Then Castiel stopped visiting, probably because of that 'Winchester' man.

And Michael was alone again, dreading the moment when he would have to fight his lover, Lucifer.

I'm cruel, I know. This is so sad I can't even.