We live by faith, not by sight.  dreamer(s)

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

thefirstson:

“It makes little difference to me whether you do or not.” Michael snorted, shaking his head. Humans. He was still not used to their over-inflated sense of self-importance. “I requested it out of convenience, as you seem to have a connection with him. If you choose not to, I am at no more of an inconvenience than I was before asking.  I can find Castiel myself easily enough, if I choose to.”

Castiel attacked him and helped the Winchesters intervene between Michael and Lucifer.  That alone was enough to invoke Michael’s anger.  But at the same time, Castiel also disposed of Raphael. While Michael was upset about this to a degree, he was also very aware of what Raphael had been trying to do and why Castiel was trying to stop him. But all of this information was hearsay from others angels. It would not matter until he knew Castiel’s part of the story.  For Meri’s stubbornness, however, Michael smiled a little. “You are trying to protect him.  That is endearing.  I can assure you, Castiel knows how to protect himself. He stood against me not that long ago and held his own.”

Meri still doubted the archangel, but nodded nonetheless, promising to tell Castiel what he had said. She really had to get home now, seeing as they’ve been talking for a little over an hour and she had a dog to walk, and dinner to cook. 

"It was really very nice to meet you, Michael, but it’s time for me to get home. I’m sure I’ll see you around town in the future." She offered him a small smile as she went to leave, her small heels clicking against the ground. 

When she was half way down the road, she glanced behind her to see Michael still standing in the grass. Meri lifted her hand, waving shortly at him before continuing on her way home, running through her head the conversation they had over and over again.

(Source: theoriginalwallflower)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson #sorry it sucks

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

thefirstson:

theoriginalwallflower:

a-good-son:

“I am Heaven’s former leader.  Removed from my position or not, I still retain a connection to the Host and thus a connection to my brothers.” Nevermind that he couldn’t feel any of them down here. They were not exactly supposed to be vacationing down on Earth. That he couldn’t get a read on anyone except Lucifer wasn’t overly concerning.

Michael studied her briefly, suddenly curious.  ”You mention finding my family here. How many other angels have come forward to you?”

Meri didn’t know if Castiel would want her mentioning his name to Michael, but he was his brother. “Castiel.” That’s all she said. Nothing more. She didn’t need to. Michael seemed to know who she was talking about.

Castiel said he had fallen from grace for rebelling. Michael didn’t look the type to be forgiving or support rebellion. Suddenly she regretted telling Michael she’s met Castiel. Not only met, but befriended, taught to swim, introduced to her parents, took to church, gardened with, ate lunch with…but he didn’t need to know all that, so she wouldn’t tell him.

“I see.”  That did not surprise him.  And yes, Michael was still irritated with his younger brother.  Rebellion only lead to hardship and disappointment. Castiel had a prime example set before him in Lucifer’s rebellion and the war it caused.  He should have known better.  His venture in Hell to retrieve Dean was…necessary, given Dean’s position in the the grand scheme of things.  But beyond that, Castiel should have returned to Heaven.  He should not have been so foolish as to follow the two Winchesters instead of his own family. 

Still, Michael would not hold active animosity against him.  He would be disappointed in Castiel’s various failures, but until he spoke to his brother, would take no action against him.  He only hoped Castiel would not choose to go Gabriel’s way.  He had already followed the bad example of one older brother… “If you see him again, tell him I wish to speak with him. And only speak with him.  I bear him no ill will.”

Meri narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Michael. Why would Michael suddenly wish to not fight or hurt Castiel? He was the one who pushed Lucifer out of heaven for just giving his opinion. What if he also cast Castiel into Hell? Meri would be absolutely distraught. She was making herself sick just thinking about it. Surprised by how protective she was getting over the angel, she took a step back from Michael cautiously.

"Why should I trust you?" She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes looking the dark-haired angel up and down. She knew it’d be rude not to tell Castiel, but she wasn’t too sure she would. Castiel said his brothers weren’t too fond of him right now, and what if Michael was just lying? What if he didn’t want to "just talk" to Castiel, what if he wanted to kill him? Meri didn’t want to think about that. It’d kill her. 


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

“Now you look as if you’ve been sentenced to death, don’t frown, I am not saying smile either, but don’t look so miserable, that’ll make people come up to you and ask what’s wrong.” She shook her, he just didn’t seem to get it. Castiel could show various emotions easily, Michael just needs the embrace the memories and feelings of his vessel in order to be able to act like a human.

America placed a hand on her hip, as her eyes roamed his face. “Just relax, let the vessel, or your body take over, don’t be purposeful with your expressions and body language, just go with the flow.”

Don’t frown but don’t smile.  So in essence, she wanted him to appear exactly as he was before.  Michael exhaled shortly through his nose.  ”This is tedious. I will behave as I choose. I have no desire to interact with humans.  Letting the vessel take over would defeat the purpose of me controlling the vessel.”

He didn’t need to fit in with humanity anyway.  If there were interactions, they would be accidental, as this one now was. He needed to interact with Lucifer and his family. Adjusting his behavior just was not necessary

Meri didn’t really no what to do anymore. He seemed so set on not talking to anybody. That’ll be difficult in Dallas. Everybody will come up and talk to him, he was new, he was handsome, and they will think he needed loosening up. He was hopeless. 

“How are you supposed to find your family? In a big city like Dallas without interacting with a few people?” Michael would need some help, he wouldn’t be able to find them easily. The angels kept more to themselves than the demons, she’s only met one angel. Castiel. His eyes always got to her. Whenever she thought of him those blue eyes would come up in her mind, soft and caring. They were the ocean, waves crashing when he was angry or worried, calm and restful when happy. Already Meri could tell the two were nothing alike.

“I am Heaven’s former leader.  Removed from my position or not, I still retain a connection to the Host and thus a connection to my brothers.” Nevermind that he couldn’t feel any of them down here. They were not exactly supposed to be vacationing down on Earth. That he couldn’t get a read on anyone except Lucifer wasn’t overly concerning.

Michael studied her briefly, suddenly curious.  ”You mention finding my family here. How many other angels have come forward to you?”

Meri didn’t know if Castiel would want her mentioning his name to Michael, but he was his brother. “Castiel.” That’s all she said. Nothing more. She didn’t need to. Michael seemed to know who she was talking about.

Castiel said he had fallen from grace for rebelling. Michael didn’t look the type to be forgiving or support rebellion. Suddenly she regretted telling Michael she’s met Castiel. Not only met, but befriended, taught to swim, introduced to her parents, took to church, gardened with, ate lunch with…but he didn’t need to know all that, so she wouldn’t tell him.

(via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

“Now you look as if you’ve been sentenced to death, don’t frown, I am not saying smile either, but don’t look so miserable, that’ll make people come up to you and ask what’s wrong.” She shook her, he just didn’t seem to get it. Castiel could show various emotions easily, Michael just needs the embrace the memories and feelings of his vessel in order to be able to act like a human.

America placed a hand on her hip, as her eyes roamed his face. “Just relax, let the vessel, or your body take over, don’t be purposeful with your expressions and body language, just go with the flow.”

Don’t frown but don’t smile.  So in essence, she wanted him to appear exactly as he was before.  Michael exhaled shortly through his nose.  ”This is tedious. I will behave as I choose. I have no desire to interact with humans.  Letting the vessel take over would defeat the purpose of me controlling the vessel.”

He didn’t need to fit in with humanity anyway.  If there were interactions, they would be accidental, as this one now was. He needed to interact with Lucifer and his family. Adjusting his behavior just was not necessary

Meri didn’t really no what to do anymore. He seemed so set on not talking to anybody. That’ll be difficult in Dallas. Everybody will come up and talk to him, he was new, he was handsome, and they will think he needed loosening up. He was hopeless. 

"How are you supposed to find your family? In a big city like Dallas without interacting with a few people?" Michael would need some help, he wouldn’t be able to find them easily. The angels kept more to themselves than the demons, she’s only met one angel. Castiel. His eyes always got to her. Whenever she thought of him those blue eyes would come up in her mind, soft and caring. They were the ocean, waves crashing when he was angry or worried, calm and restful when happy. Already Meri could tell the two were nothing alike.

(via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

"But this isn’t-." Michael shut his mouth on the protest abruptly, sighing forcefully through his nose. She wasn’t receptive at all to his blunt demeanor earlier. So instead of arguing back, Michael tried to follow her advice

Unfortunately the extent of “relaxing” to him was frowning less, the deep line smoothing out between his brows and his mouth evening out to…more of a straight line and less of a scowl. “Better?”

"Now you look as if you’ve been sentenced to death, don’t frown, I am not saying smile either, but don’t look so miserable, that’ll make people come up to you and ask what’s wrong." She shook her, he just didn’t seem to get it. Castiel could show various emotions easily, Michael just needs the embrace the memories and feelings of his vessel in order to be able to act like a human.

America placed a hand on her hip, as her eyes roamed his face. “Just relax, let the vessel, or your body take over, don’t be purposeful with your expressions and body language, just go with the flow.”

(Source: theoriginalwallflower, via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

a-good-son:

And suddenly I become a part of your past: Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

Meri froze at the sound of his voice, she took her hands from his shoulders, clasping them behind her. “I-I was just massaging your shoulders to help you look more at ease, you’ll attract attention with the way you are standing. You look as if you’re…

"I intend to introduce myself as Michael. That is who I am." Viceroy, first of God’s creations - all of his various titles could follow. But not immediately, if the girl’s insistence was any indication. She did seem fairly disbelieving when he first explained himself…

Persistent thing, though, wasn’t she? Michael sighed shortly through his nose and nodded stiffly. “Very well. I will attempt to be less noticeable in my behavior while I am among you. More…relaxed, as you put it?”

"Yes, more relaxed, like you aren’t in a body that isn’t yours. Be at ease, as if you are comfortable in your own skin." America knew she sounded slightly hypocritical, seeing as most humans hated the way they look and always wished to be different in someway. Personally though, America couldn’t see herself looking any other way, this is who she was, and even though she was incredibly insecure and self-conscious, she wouldn’t change anything about herself.

(via thefirstson)



Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

Meri froze at the sound of his voice, she took her hands from his shoulders, clasping them behind her. “I-I was just massaging your shoulders to help you look more at ease, you’ll attract attention with the way you are standing. You look as if you’re a statue, not a human.” She didn’t really know what to say. She was so used to people not minding her intrusion on personal space, since she did really have any. She loved holding hands, hugging, snuggling. It was her thing. When she was a baby her mama used to say she loved loving.

“B-but you really can’t tell people, you don’t know how they’ll react, and I certain it won’t be how I did.” She told the angel, he didn’t seem to be grasping the whole, ‘humans aren’t simple, they are all different, you’ll either come off as crazy, scary, or if they do believe you they’ll become crazy’ thing. 

Michael frowned, rolling his shoulders back a little but coming back to the same straight-backed position as before.  ”I am not a human.  I am only forced to appear as one because humans are not capable of seeing us in our true forms.” He glanced down again, not exactly self-conscious but slightly more aware of John Winchester’s poise.  

“I only told you because you asked.  I do not intend to announce my purpose as if it is introduction.” He tilted his head, a little bemused.  He would not lie to soften the blow but neither would he parade the news like some harbinger of the apocalypse.  They would know soon enough when Lucifer began to act out again. 

"Yes, I understand this, but what if somebody else introduces themselves, and then asks who you are. Will you be giving them the same answer that you gave me? If so, I advise against it." She sighed tiredly, rubbing her hands against her forehead.

"I know you are not really human, we covered this already. Michael, if you continue to act as you are now, physically and verbally you’ll stick out like a sore thumb and attract unwanted attention to yourself." She didn’t want to come off as condescending or anything but he wasn’t grasping what she was telling him. It was like talking to some over her students, in one ear and out the other.

(via thefirstson)


1 year ago · 28 notes · originally from theoriginalwallflower
#agoodson

Do you believe in angels?||Michael&America 

a-good-son:

theoriginalwallflower:

Meri’s mind was blown, despite the fact deep down she was freaking out, she remained calm. Her emotions didn’t matter. Perhaps she could help all these people, they seemed so willing to risk their lives for everybody, why couldn’t Meri?

“If you need anything, a place to stay, help. I’ll be willing to do that for you.” She looked up at the angel expectantly, her brown eyes full of caring, curiousity, and worry. 

He spoke so formally though, if he needed to remain anonymous, he needs to speak more loosely, more naturally, not so stiff, and he shouldn’t just be spewing this information to anybody that speaks to him, they’d blow a casket, and most likely send Michael to a highly guarded psychiatric unit. 

“Michael, you probably don’t want everyone finding out about you, and what’s going on. So you can’t just tell everybody when they speak to you, I know this involves lying, something I disapprove of greatly, but it’s to protect you and the people. And in order to pass for a human, you need to relax, stop talking to stiffly, speak more naturally.” Standing on her tippy toes, she placed her small hands on his tense shoulders, giving them a soft rub and squeeze, trying to make him not look so stiff and orderly. Most human didn’t walk around with their backs all straighten up and their shoulders so stiff. 

“Stay?” Michael looked down at her, a brow arched.  The thought of settling in one place unnerved him.  This wasn’t his plane of existence.  This wasn’t where he belonged.  Why would he stay here? The notion of her trying to help him was just as curious.  Humans didn’t help angels.  It was supposed to be the other way around, according to God’s will. 

“I do not lie.  And I see no reason to hide the truth when what will soon come to pass shall affect all of you.  Would you rather not be informed and be caught completely off guard?  Your historians have written so much on the subject, on the coming end of times, that I hardly doubt what I have to say should come as any surpr—.” Usually verbose, Michael cut off the moment Meri touched him, starting a little.  He looked over at one of her hands then at her, bewildered.  ”What are you doing?”

Meri froze at the sound of his voice, she took her hands from his shoulders, clasping them behind her. “I-I was just massaging your shoulders to help you look more at ease, you’ll attract attention with the way you are standing. You look as if you’re a statue, not a human.” She didn’t really know what to say. She was so used to people not minding her intrusion on personal space, since she did really have any. She loved holding hands, hugging, snuggling. It was her thing. When she was a baby her mama used to say she loved loving.

"B-but you really can’t tell people, you don’t know how they’ll react, and I certain it won’t be how I did." She told the angel, he didn’t seem to be grasping the whole, ‘humans aren’t simple, they are all different, you’ll either come off as crazy, scary, or if they do believe you they’ll become crazy’ thing. 

(via thefirstson)