๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. they donโt fight, but they both were now at the opportunity to meet jack. the first time the archangel had been on the bunker, bound and forced to confront the reality of the world, he had not seen the young nephilim. luciferโs son. his nephew. for adam, it was similar. the winchesters were part of jackโs added and most important family and they were both, if anything curious. but in the end, it was Michael who took the control, blazing blue eyes shine as the angel takes the rains of the body and looks at jack.ย
ย ย His grace is bright and powerful. The archangel can feel it all, half angel, half human, Jack was unique, archangels were rare among angels and none of his siblings ever sired a child. But of course, if one had to, it would be Lucifer.ย โI heard. . .your meeting with the other Michael wasnโt very warm.โ He speaks, having heard from Castiel of the Apocalypse World. Green eyes look back for a moment, stoic but visible emotion in his eyes, the archangel lowers his head in a nod.ย โIโm sorry our first encounter wasnโt exactly our own.โ