Supernatural One Shots

Going Through The Unimaginable (michifer)

Warning: major character death and massive angst.

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Michael winced as he looked around to the battlefield. He had failed. The apocalypse had begun. Contrary to what people had believed would happen, him and Lucifer hand't engaged in a battle to the death or something like that.

No, they had simply declared a war and walked away, letting their armies do the job. In fact, Michael hadn't even seen Lucifer, he just met with a prince of Hell that said Lucifer had declared war with him.

In a way, it was easier for Michael, not having to fight directly with Lucifer, or knowing that it was him behind the war. For all he knew, Hell's army could very well be governed by a prince of Hell and not Lucifer.

But he would have to face Lucifer, eventually. And he was torn apart on what to do then. What was more painful, killing the person you love or watching them kill you? Michael wasn't sure, but either way, they both would experience it.

Michael had considered catching Lucifer by surprise and stabbing him from behind, that way it would be less painful for both. But was it really less painful, meeting your death by someone who didn't even show himself, knowing that that someone could only be one person?

Michael couldn't decide what to do so he just stayed back, watching the two armies destroying each other and the Earth by doing so, wondering where Lucifer was. Did Lucifer really hated him so much he didn't want to even see his face?

It was an enigma to Michael. All he could wish was for it to be over soon, but at the same time he never wanted to see the was end because that would mean he would have to fight Lucifer. Or that he already had and the demons had given up.

But as the days stretched by Michael started to really believe Lucifer was either too lame to lead his army on the battlefield or too hate-filled to to even think of showing himself, probably knowing what his absence would do to Michael.

Now let's have Lucifer's view on this.

Lucifer didn't want to show himself on the battlefield for the very reason he sent a prince of Hell instead of going for himself: Michael. He knew that if he saw Michael his resolve would completely break.

During his time in Hell, Lucifer had transferred the Mark onto Cain, making himself free of it's influence again. As soon as it left his arm though, Lucifer came to regret everything he had done. He realized that it wasn't Michael's fault he had cast him into the Cage, that Michael was only following his orders and as much as Lucifer hated it, Michael had done the right choice.

Lucifer knew that if he only glanced at Michael, he would forget everything, he would try to undo his actions as best as he could. But it was too late for that now, the Apocalypse had started and there was no undoing it. What had been started must be finished, one of them would have to kill the other to end it all.

And in that sense Lucifer was faced with the same dilemma: he knew Michael would let himself be killed do that he could survive, but Lucifer knew that he wouldn't make it very long without Michael until he couldn't anymore and decided to die. But would letting Michael kill him be any better? Lucifer didn't want to condemn Michael to an eternity feeling guilty for Lucifer's death.

So Lucifer waited, keeping himself from seeing Michael, making himself imagine that Michael was doing the same to make it easier, trying- and failing- to find anything he could really hold against Michael to try and nullify his feelings with hate.

Before they knew it, it was already time. The war was finished, the Earth was reduced to a pile of burning ashes. They didn't want to go, but they had to. They couldn't fight their destiny.

They appeared at the same time, right in front of each other. Michael felt his resolve crumble as he looked at Lucifer, who's eyes weren't filled with hatred anymore but with a strangely sweet look. When he saw Michael Lucifer decided what he was gonna do. Perhaps that way it would be less painful for the both of them.

They drew their blades, knowing they couldn't use it against the other even if they had. And sadly, they had.

Lucifer let his blade fall on the ground, approaching Michael without a word. It was as if they could talk with their eyes, they were saying everything they never had time for.

Always just as silent, Lucifer got closer, always closer, until his lips connected with Michael's. Their kiss wasn't the kind of kiss heros usually exchange with their partner before they died, it wasn't a languid or fast kiss. It was just a kiss, slow, knowing.

But as they parted out Lucifer eyes and mouth glowed bright blue and he slumped in Michael's arms. Confused, Michael looked down and saw his blade, deep in Lucifer's stomach.

Somehow Lucifer had managed to trick him to raise his blade and Lucifer, by leaning closer to him, had stabbed himself with it.

Michael chocked back a sob, unable to stop the tears from flowing down his face. He kneeled, taking the blade from Lucifer stomach and laying him down, collapsing above the now dead archangel.

Why did Lucifer have to go like that, as Michael just realized he loved him back? Why had this been forced on them? Why couldn't have them be happy?

For the first time in his life, Michael found himself doing the unimaginable. He cursed God, he screamed at his Father, he yelled at Chuck. He just couldn't have it. Why?

Now, after the Apocalypse, Michael was the last living being on Earth, the last except for his Father, who Michael swore he would find a way to kill.

And when Michael would've killed God, he would hill himself, because he had no reason to live anymore. Not protecting Earth, not chasing demons, not raising angels, not caring for humans, not Lucifer. There was nothing except him, his hatred and God, and there was nothing that would stop him to get his vengeance.

Hey, sorry if that had you suddenly depressed, I almost cried even only writing it, it's so goddamn sad I can't even.