Supernatural in Real Life 4

Chapter 9

Macie's POV
A/N Most of the story will be in Bailey's POV but when Bailey isn't around and I still feel like writing, there will be other people's POV, mostly being Macie's or third person. Just a heads up. :)

Also, spoilers for Getting Home, which is the story about what happened to Macie. There really wasn't much of a plot there, so if you haven't read it, you aren't missing much, but I kind of describe the entire story in a sentence so... Yeah.

When we're far enough away from the group that they're probably can't hear us, Jesse laughs. "Your family is great."
"Great?" I repeat. "How is that great? They were like Dad, part two."
"I thought it was great," he replies. "They care about you."
"I think they were just trying to embarrass me," I tell him.
"Yeah, I noticed you seemed... Uncomfortable, to put it lightly," he replies. "Which just made you even more adorable," he adds, booping me on the nose.
I laugh. "How come you weren't being this fun with everyone else?" I ask. He was so quiet with them.
Jesse shrugs. "I'm not very good at this whole 'social skills' thing," he admits.
"But you talk to me all the time!" I remind him.
"Yeah, but I've known you since you were basically an eight year old. It's easy to talk to eight year olds, and then it just never changed."
"Well, everyone here has the maturity of an eight year old, so it shouldn't be that hard."
Jesse chuckles. "They seem like a fun group."
I nod. "Yeah, they are. If you're okay with a lot of teasing, because you'll see that a lot."
He shrugs. "I'll survive. Where are we even going right now, anyway?"
I actually hadn't thought of that when I dragged him away. I think that somewhere in my mind, I had decided to bring him to the living room, but I can't do that. My dad's in there, and I don't think we want to go back there yet. I'll go talk to him again later, when he's hopefully feeling better.
"I don't know," I admit. I grab his wrist again and drag him into one of the bedrooms, shutting the door behind us. "Let's hang out in here," I decide, not giving him much of a choice.
I sit down in the edge of the bed, and he sits next to me. I feel like I'm back in Hell. That sounded wrong, but I have no other way to phrase it. I feel like we're back in the room we met in, where we became friends and then something more.
"How are you enjoying this dimension so far?" I ask.
"I don't know," Jesse replies. "I mean, I'm not Lucifer's servant anymore, so that's nice."
"But...?" I prompt, sensing he has more to say that he isn't telling me.
"I just... It's weird. I've never really been anything other than a demon from Hell. It's weird being out of there."
"Weird in a good way?" I ask hopefully.
"Not really. Just weird," he replies. "I'm sure I'll get used to it soon, but it's just... Not what I'm used to."
I nod in understanding. "That's how I felt when I first got to your dimension," I tell him. "But then I met you, and it was all okay."
Jesse grins. "That was so cheesy and I love it."
I smile back. "Of course you did. I said it."
Jesse laughs softly. "You're adorable."
"I know!"
I lean towards him and kiss him, and he kisses me back slowly. It gets more intense as time goes on, the passion escalating. He runs his hands through my long hair. I reach for his shirt, but he swiftly moves my hands to his back instead. I can't help but feel a little hurt by that, though I don't know exactly why, and I pull away from him.
"What?" I ask.
"What are you whating?" Jesse asks.
"Why'd you stop me? Do you not love me enough to-"
"I'm stopping you right there," Jesse interrupts. "Of course I love you, but I think it's a bit early to be going there."
"Is this cuz of my dad?" I ask him.
Jesse shakes his head. "No, it's not. I mean, I'd rather not get your dad to hate me just yet, but no. I just... Don't think we're ready to go there."
"Why not?" I ask, not in a whining voice but genuinely curious.
"Because we've only officially been dating for a day, and we've only been unofficially together for three days. I think you're jumping the gun a bit here."
I frown, but I know what he means. I hadn't been planning on going there either, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed like a good idea. Suddenly, I notice Jesse's arms around me. I hug him back, and we stay like that for a long time, just the two of us in the world.

Third Person POV
"Mike?" Lucifer says weakly.
"Yes, brother?" Michael replies.
"Can we take me to one of the rooms?" Lucifer asks.
"Are you sure?" Michael asks. "The movement might-"
"I know," Lucifer interrupts.
"But-"
"Please?"
Michael hesitates, then nods, though his brother can't see it with his eyes closed. "Okay."
He lays a finger on Lucifer's forehead, causing the angel to flinch. He flies them both to an empty room, where he leaves Lucifer on his side on one of the beds, and Michael kneels on the floor next to him.
Lucifer whimpers at the very brief amount of time he had to attempt to hold his wings up, and when they touch the soft mattress, he gives a small yelp of pain. He clamps his mouth shut immediately, embarrassed to show his pain like that.
"You're handling this surprisingly well," Michael observes.
"Mm," Lucifer replies, and though it can't be translated into any word other than "mm," Michael somehow knows what he means.
"Really, you are," he insists. "I can't imagine the pain you're in, and you're barely made a sound."
"That's mostly because making sounds hurt," Lucifer admits. He attempts to move his head just a small amount to look at Michael, which sends waves of pain down his entire back. He bites his lip to keep from calling out, so hard that it starts bleeding. (A/N If there was a Michifer fanfic, Michael would kiss him to heal it. Unfortunately, it's not, and he won't.)
"This is one thing that I can fix," Michael says. He waves a hand over Lucifer's lips, and they're back to normal. "You know, you don't have to pretend it doesn't hurt. No one's buying it."
"Yes I do," Lucifer replies. "I figure I better learn to deal with this. The odds of Rob coming back anytime soon to heal me are incredibly small, and even if he does, I don't know if I want to let him."
"Why would you not let him?" Michael asks, puzzled.
"Because I don't want him thinking it's okay to do anything, as long as he can fix it later. I tried to do it last time, which was way easier, by the way, but he did it anyway. It looked like it registered at least a little bit. Maybe if I keep at it this time, if he does come back, he'll realize that this is not okay."
Michael is silent for a moment, then sighs. "There's no use in telling you this is a ridiculous plan, is there?"
"Nope."
"So what are you going to do?" Michael asks him. "Just pretend you're okay? Because it's not working very well."
"Fake it 'til you make it," Lucifer replies with a small smile the disappears almost immediately when he attempts to look at his brother again. He bites back another scream.
"You aren't making it very far," Michael observes.
"Hopefully, I will, though," Lucifer says. "Eventually."
"Yes, maybe by the end of the decade, you'll be able to move your head," Michael says in a rare instance where he uses sarcasm.
"It's still progress," Lucifer replies.
"You can't be serious. You're okay with that? You're okay with it taking that long?" Michael says incredulously.
"I have to be," Lucifer replies. "I don't have much of a choice. Either that or curl up in a ball and cry for the rest of my infinitely long life." Granted, curling up in a ball would probably kill him from the pain, so it wouldn't last very long.
"You can't just not move for that long," Michael protests. "That's ridiculous."
"Do you have a better idea?" Lucifer asks.
"You could pray to him, ask him to come back," Michael suggests.
"Why would he come back because I prayed to him?" Lucifer asks. "I'm the reason he left in the first place."
"Maybe he's just waiting for you to reach out to him."
Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Even if he is, I'm not going to. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me tell him I need him."
"But you do need him."
"No, I don't," Lucifer insists. "I'm fine waiting this out. God knows I've done it before." His mind flashes back to the cage. How did he ever think that was bad? It's nothing compared to what he's going through now.
"I still don't think this is wise," Michael says.
"When was the last time I did anything you thought was wise?" Lucifer replies with a slight smile.
Michael smiles back at his attempt at humor. "I suppose that would be never."
"Exactly," Lucifer replies. "Why would I change that now?"