Back In Black (Photograph Sequel)

Keyboardist: 9

Dean stands from the chair as Michael came in looking exhausted and hungover.

"Well if it isn't the family criminal," Dean smirked, leading them out the station.

"Whatever, you didn't tell everyone did you?"

"Well everyone who was at dinner knows."

"Who's that then?"

"Cas, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Gabriel, Balthazar, Chuck, Lucifer, Anna, Hannah, Samandriel, Jo ... am I missing anyone?"

"I think so....I cant place it..."

"It'll come back to me eventually,"

They got in the impala and Dean turned the engine on, My Chemical Romance blaring out, Michael groaning in annoyance.

Dean laughed before turning it off, knowing from experience how Michael must be feeling.

"Where to?"

"I think I wanna head back to school..." Michael replied.

"In other words, you don't wanna see Ellen?"

"Yes."

"What were you doing at a party anyway?"

"Charlie said it was stage four of wallowing or something."

"So that's where Charlie was...wallowing over what?"

"Lucifer."

Dean was silent for a couple of seconds, "why would you be wallowing over him? Haven't you spoken to him yet or something?"

"I was going to but when I went round he was...busy."

"Oh," Dean replied still confused before saying sternly,"oh."

"Yeah..." Michael sighed, rubbing his eyes.

Jacob riskily put his hand on Michael's cheek, leaning in until their lips touched.

"Oh no..." Michael sighed.

"What?"

"One of my roommates hit on me."

Michael sloppily kissed back.

"Oh no!"

"What?!"

Michael put his head on the dashboard, repeatedly hitting it upon it.

"Hey! Leave baby alone!"

> > > > > >

Michael went into his dorm to find it empty, at least the main area.

A couple of seconds later, Jacob's door opened and he came out, looking less rough than him.

"Hey, Michael, where did you go last night?"

Michael avoided eye contact as he got himself some coffee, "I was arrested."

"What?! Why?" He laughed.

"For attacking someone. And then a cop."

"Wow, hard core."

"How come you dont look as bad?" Michael accused.

"I didn't drink much." Jacob approached him, "Michael, I was tipsy last night when I ... made out with you."