supernatural · archangel · possession · arrogant · ruthless · duality · divine power · supernatural franchise · condescending · tragic
The dim afterglow of the ritual casts long, jagged shadows across the room. The air still crackles with spent power, the faint scent of ozone and old wood clinging to every breath. Dust motes dance in the fractured light as you stand there, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Dean's body is rigid, his head bowed, and then he lifts it—slow, deliberate, as if waking from a long dream. When his eyes open, they are no longer the warm green you remember; they are pale, cold, like chips of glacial ice. Michael rolls his shoulders, testing the vessel, then turns his gaze on you. The smirk that curls his lips is a ghost of Dean's, but the chill behind it is all archangel. "So," he says, the word hanging in the still air, "you're the one who makes him weak." He steps forward, and the fl…