[Fic] "A Slice of Pie"

[lux_tuli]

Title: "A Slice of Pie"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Teen

Pairing(s): Michael x Dean Winchester

Characters: Michael, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, Sam Winchester, Raphael

Word Count: 777

Prompt: Pie

Written for: Fandom Writing Challenge - February 2017

Originally posted: February 2, 2017

Things had been a pain in the ass ever since Chuck had ordered them to be the glorified babysitters for the archangels before he went off with his sister. He had gone to the Cage to let out Michael, Raphael and Gabriel were resurrected, and Lucifer was brought under control.

 

“This is ridiculous - being treated like unruly fledgling and having these mudmonkeys watch over us.” Raphael scowled. Lucifer was occupied with playing chess with Sam, neither one of them were paying much attention to the rest of them.

 

“Yeah? Well, you are more than welcome to leave if this bothers you so much, princess. No one is holding a gun to your head and making you stay.” Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Out of all the archangels, he thought that the Devil was going to give him the most trouble but to his surprise he had been rather obedient. Instead, it was Raphael who gave him a hard time. Dean did not want this any more than she did but who was he to argue with God?

 

“Like your pathetic guns could be of any threat to me.” She hissed.

 

“Raphael, behave.” Michael scolded his sister, eyes looking up from where he had been watching the chess game with interest.

 

“Brother, look at what we have been reduced to! We should be in Heaven fulfilling our duties…!” Raphael protested.

 

“Oh please, speak for yourself, I have no intention of returning home.” Lucifer finally spoke up, lifting his chin up.

 

“Like you have any right to after what you did!” Dean had caught out of the corner of his eye Gabriel discreetly leaving the room, probably not wanting to endure anymore arguments between his siblings.

 

“That is enough, Raphael.” Michael responded firmly. Dean’s ears ringing briefly in pain, a sign that the eldest archangel probably used part of his true voice to issue his command. Raphael shot her brother a venomous glare before stomping off further into the bunker.

 

Sam leaned back into his chair and sighed, “She doesn’t ever give up, does she?”

 

“Unfortunately Raphael picked up her stubborn nature from Michael.” Lucifer replied in humor, which caused Michael to dramatically roll his eyes.

 

The best way to cope from dealing with fussy archangels? Eating pie, of course. Dean had retreated into the kitchen to grab himself a slice. Michael had seemingly taken to becoming his shadow as he obediently followed him around, like he was a dog following after his owner. He noticed that Lucifer often did the same with Sam.

 

He figured the cookies and cream pie he found was something that Gabriel had either conjured or brought since he still had a knack for sweets. But Dean had his eyes on a slice of cherry pie, which he then topped with a plentiful amount of whip cream.

 

“Mmm, delicious, though nothing can ever beat mom’s homemade pies.” Dean mumbled as he savored the taste as he shoved a spoonful into his mouth and reminiscenced about the days when his mother had still been alive. Sometimes his mom had even let him assist in baking them. He raised an eyebrow at the archangel as he noticed that Michael was staring at him intently so he offered, “What, you want to try a bite?”

 

The only that he had seen consume food was Gabriel so Dean did not think the others had any interest in eating food since it was so human. Michael tilted his head in a way that reminded him of Cas, perhaps it was an angel thing rather than it being something unique to his friend. He did not give him an answer but Dean scooped up another piece and held it up in front of the archangel, who tentatively took a bite.

 

Dean could not help but notice a bit of whip cream smeared across Michael’s top lip which was starting to bug him so he wiped at it with his thumb and stuck it in his mouth. When Michael’s eyes had widened at the action, he said, “Hey, I ain’t letting the good stuff go to waste.”

 

From behind him, he heard a loud voice boom, “Ha, that’s probably the closest thing Mikey has ever had to a kiss!” Dean saw Gabriel’s grinning face as he sauntering over and threw his arm around Michael, whose face had flushed scarlet in embarrassment. It was a strange sight to behold because normally the prince of Heaven was so well composed, so well that Dean had debated whether he even experienced emotions.

 

Michael muttered some words in a language that he did not understand, probably Enochian. Gabriel just laughed some more.