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Ever After (MichaelxReader | Requested {on tumblr}) | Part 4

Title: Maybe Happily Ever After Does Exist
Character: Michael
Summary: Sequel to Maybe That Fantasy Can Become This Reality
Reader: Female
Words: 3,244
Warnings: Mentions of abusive past, mention of being cheated on, mentions of very abusive past boyfriends, kidnapping (by a demon, of course), lots of pain, mention of possible rape (real briefly), there is a Spanish demon (like seriously? Apparently he likes Spain o_o), oh, and you Mikey will renew your vows in Rome ^_^, and these aren't really warnings anymore, sooo....read on!

~ Nyła

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There was complete silence after he said that, those three small, but somehow big, words hanging in the air like an oncoming storm. Tense, full of anticipation, heavy. For being three supposedly simple words, the statement of "I love you", in this situation, could rival almost anything for being so loaded. The tension was so thick, you doubted a sword could cut through it; five sets of eyes rested on you, waiting, anticipating, worrying. Wondering what you would say, how you would react. You just stood there, frozen in shock.

He loved you. After all these years, after all the utter and complete crap the archangel had put you through, and the emotional and even mental pain he had forced you to endure, he said he loved you? He actually had the freaking nerve to, first off, rescue you like some damn damsel in disress, and then he apologized and confessed his feelings?

You should've been a hell of a lot more pissed than this. You should've yelled or screamed, or told him to go fuck himself, that you were done with him, over him. Instead, you turned to the Winchesters and their mates with a calm expression.

"Michael and I need to talk alone." Your tone was even, low, as though you weren't in both physical and emotional pain. As though you were actually okay.

Castiel and Gabriel seemed to understand after recieving some look from Michael, and practically dragged the unwilling Winchesters out. Their tones when they said, "Don't fight," brooked no argument. As Dean, the last one, set his other foot into the hallway and whirled to face your room, Michael closed the door with a look, sensing your wish for privacy.

"Y/N." He said softly, his beautifully mesmorizing dark green eyes finding your pale, shimmering (E/C) gaze. He took a hesitant step towards you, but this time, you reciprocated, reaching up to brush the back of your hand across his cheek.

"Please, Michael." You murmured, your tone so soft and low, that, as close as the archangel was, if he'd been human, he would have had to lean in. Your tone was so quiet, it was almost as though you were communicating mentally. "Please tell me this isn't some sort of false dream, or trick by you to hurt me even more. Please tell me this is real."

His eyes widened with sorrow and... guilt? You felt surprise make its way into your mind, settling there, it seemed, for a little while, as Michael seemed to start constantly surprising you. That surprise, however, was joined by a variation of other emotions, ranging from brief happiness to grief. As your (E/C) eyes met Michael's once again, his head tilted slightly to lean into your soft, comforting touch (which he had never known could be this pleasant. Clearly, he had dismissed you as ordinary too soon), he spoke, very softly. For a moment, you wondered if he wasn't speaking telepathically – if angels reading peoples' minds and communicating mentally using their grace could even be called telepathy.

"I am so sorry I have made you think I would do that," Michael breathed, and you heard regret and sorrow deeply embedded within his tone, along with bitter resentment at himself. You understood that he would feel this way after treating you like a slave – treating your soulmate in such a way was considered despicable and criminal like. Angels and humans alike had been locked up in insane asylums and institutions for doing harm to their mate. First, though, they would have had to break their bond – soulmate rules dictated that no one could physically harm their other half, and if one of the pairing got hurt or injured, once completely bonded, the other will feel it as much as the one suffering.