Chapter 2
Michael regretted his plan immensely. He had thought that his Father would finally come back, as he had realized his absence was most definitely voluntary, if he were to… do something juristic. He knew the chances he would die in the process of ripping out his Grace was close to zero as he was an Archangel, the oldest Archangel, so he had deemed it worth the worst that could happen.
Sadly, the attempt proved fruitless.
Instead of what he had expected, being forced to regain his memories as his bumbling fallen vessel came into contact with it, he had, instead, slowly formed in the back of his Vessel’s mind over the course of a month.
He had left the Vessel’s den, moving efficiently to where he knew one of the humans had created what they called an ‘airport,’ a rudimentary replication of the flight he and his brothers could achieve, he thought with distaste. He would have to use it, he supposed.
After negating the trackers that were attached to him, he easily walked past the bumbling fools standing around the building, though he had to admit it took some time to navigate the place, the labyrinth that it was. By the time he located the next transport to Kansas City, he had almost missed it, as he had waited two full days to catch it, he couldn’t accept the mistake. Thankfully he had been able to utilize some of the power his Vessel had been imbued with and appeared onto it, though the entire process of it was highly disconcerting, nothing like how Flight was, He ignored it.
Now inside the planes’ washroom where he got a good look at what he was wearing. Sneering in distaste, he was surprised that his face had responded to the emotion, he used his Vessel’s power to fashion something more appropriate, he had mimicked the more respectable looking individuals he had seen in the airport.
Leaving the washroom, he found am empty seat and began to formulate his thoughts. Since his plan had proved fruitless, they would have to move onto more severe measures, the apocalypse, while not his preferred plan as he thought Earth’s creatures and geography interesting to watch from time to time, seemed to be the only option. A pity, truly.
He was heading to Lawrence, Kansas, as it was the location that he could remember they had their den in.
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When he had found it had housed new people, he was confused. He was under the impression that Humans had not left the place of their birth, unless of course there had been war, famine, pestilence, or some other event that had forced them to flee. Looking around the property however, he could find evidence of no such thing, though limited as his Vessels’ eyes were, he could very well be missing something.
He wondered for a moment about how humans had managed being so blind to the world all the time.
He left his thoughts as the female human had finally come to the door after his nock had sounded, he knew it was polite for humans to answer promptly, Raphael had told him after having to deal with the creatures once.
“Hel- Oh! Hello there, what would you need?”
The human was medium sized, and blonde, ignoring the odd tone she had taken on when she had looked down and seen him, he asked, “Do you know how I could get into contact with a previous owner of this land? His name was John Eric Winchester.”
It took much too long in his opinion for the creature to get over the fact that their vessel was young, fourteen if he had to guess, and get to the point that she wasn’t able to connect him with Winchester, but she had pointed out that she had heard through the ‘grapevine’, though he had no idea what connection grapes had to the conversation, that John Eric Winchester had taken to periodically visiting a women named Missouri Moseley who also resided in the town. After learning of her address, he left.
Missouri Mosely had been equally strange.
He hadn’t known that he was coming into contact with a psychic, though she seemed surprised she couldn’t read him, he had assumed as much. It took an hour of talk and, strangely, her insistence that he looked pale and gaunt. He had noticed how his Vessel had begun to shake after a day of inhabiting it but had dismissed it, but after having to consume the biscuits and tea she forced onto him, it stopped. Strange. He had noted to himself to find himself biscuits and drink tea whenever he started to shake.
It took an additional hour to get her to tell him that she didn’t know where John Eric Winchester was, nor did she know where Dean Michael Winchester was, though she had told him that Samuel William Winchester was currently residing in Palo Alto, California to attend Stanford University, she informed him that this was an achievement, she had evidently been worrying about the children, hoping that they hadn’t squandered their education due to ‘living on the road’, whatever the human meant by that.
After leaving he decided he would visit his Brother’s True Vessel, though he would’ve preferred his own for curiosity’s sake, due to its ease of access.
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It had taken four full days to get to Palo Alto and it had been for nothing.
He had spoke with a man behind a counter at the college Samuel William Winchester was residing at, and it had taken four hours to convince them to tell him where he resided. Surely the location of his den wasn’t sacred knowledge? He knew humans were illogical, but he had never interacted with them enough to know just how much.
After finally learning it, and then arriving, he had been disappointed by the lack of his brothers’ presence, surely, they should have been observing them. Michael had been much to busy organizing Heaven to ever dedicate his time to watch over them personally, but surely someone was supposed to be. He’d see to it that they were sufficiently punished, and a new sibling replace them.
Afterwords, he had decided to take a walk to think, he had noticed his Grace seemed to be slowly returning, though at a much slower pace then he would have liked, and he thought he might have to stay in this Vessel for a time, much to his annoyance.
When he realized his Vessel had begun to refuse to listen to his demands, his movements lagging and closing without his command, he stumbled into an alleyway.
His last thought before falling into darkness was if he was dying after all.
When he had come to he had been trapped behind his Vessel’s consciousness, much to his confusion. He felt that he didn’t lose total control, that he would be able to have control when the consciousness waned, and he assumed, that his loss of control was the same.
He had decided to wait, he would eventually regain his Grace completely, so there was no harm in waiting as long as he was not found in this weakened state by any particularly unpleasant creatures.
His Vessel seemed to be under the impression that they would find away to separate. Michael knew that it would be impossible, he knew once he regained his grace that it would burn through the Vessel, as it was not his True Vessel. Though he chose not to inform his Vessel to avoid any unfortunate consequences it may have had, better to keep it in the dark on the matter.