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“Dean?” You hollered out in the silence of the bunker. The lights in the hallway were shut off, something that wasn’t normal. The hallway lights stayed on no matter what. You heard a shuffle from the war room and followed it, stopping almost instantly when you noticed a figure standing by the table, hunched over. “Dean?”
“What’s it to you, darling?” Dean’s body spoke, yet that tone was not one you were familiar with. “Dean’s not here right now, care to leave a message?” Michael. You wanted to walk out of the room, but found yourself stuck on the spot. “Where do you think you’re going, y/n?” The grin on his face was animalistic as he turned around and leaned back against the table.
“I was-“
“Snooping.” He chuckled darkly as he took two long strides over to you. The man towered over you, he always had. Yet somehow, when Michael wore him, he seemed to take advantage of the height difference as a scare tactic. “Now,” he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. “Dean’s in here screaming at me to let you leave.”
“You should,” you whispered in a shaky tone. “I was just looking-“
“You think you found a way to release me from Deans body and you wanted to tell him about the spell that Rowena found.” He shrugged, looking over his shoulder. It was at that moment, when you followed his gaze, that you noticed the bony body of the ginger witch sprawled out in a pool of blood. “She’s going to be alright. She’s got a damn revival spell attached to her soul. But she learned her lesson.”
“You’re a monster.” You yanked your chin away from his grasp and backed up against the wall behind you. “You’ll rot in hell with your brother, I swear it.”
“As if God’s listening to your prayers?” He rolled his eyes. “Good chance of that. But after all, this was destined to happen. Lucifer took hold of Sam, and I took hold of my own vessel. Why else would John Winchester and Mary Campbell have procreated these two nimrods?”
“You’re vile.”
“I’ve been called worse by the lips of Dean,” he shooed you away as Rowena started to stir once more. “Run along, I have a toy to chew apart.”