Monstri

“I’m not trying to tell you anything~.” 

No. 

Mainly because archangel or not, Michael was supremely and finely attuned to the physicality he’d come to associate with inhabiting a vessel - or to put things in nought but simplicity: Dean touching him was just really, very distracting.

“–If I felt that way, you’d know about it.”

         “No?”

It was gentle, a soft question with a soft tilt of his head. He’d become accustomed to the gentle moves of Michael’s body, or more specifically his vessel. But then again; he’d become attuned to most of him.

            “Hm. So... you’re perfectly content with me doing this, Angel? You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”

In days past, Michael’s severely limited understanding of Dean’s double entendre’s would have left him at a loose end - and in a bad mood. 

Nowadays, quite literally none of them slipped under his radar, hence the wry, albeit slightly disapproving glance in the hunter’s direction, coloured of course with mirth that he’d learnt through his interactions with Dean.

“I’m not one to refuse the worship of a lost soul, Dean. You know me~.”

Dean chuckled softly, a low rumbled sound under his breath, even as he continued to lightly graze calloused fingers over Michael’s shirt. So it was fun toying, just a little bit. Keeping a fresh air to things; not that they really needed it.

He tried not to react; not to let slip a smile that matched Dean’s in impishness, but even when his eyes slid away from the hunter, he could not mask the soft mirth lighting up his usually stoic expression.

“Your prayers are not fit to be called such~.” He declared.

Knowing he’d got Michael to smile, his only grew. He liked knowing he could get the archangel to react like that; like no one else could even dream of.

     “Maybe not. But you like me saying them to you anyway, don’t you Angel?~”

 Dean stepped closer to the archangel, until he could trail his fingers over his shoulders gently, walking around him slowly.

He lifted his head, already equipped with a disapproving expression. His eyes however, were fond as they landed on his once true vessel.

“Then your endeavour is succeeding, Dean.”

Dean couldn’t help but grin, mischievous gaze lingering on the archangel for a moment before he looked away.

“Mm… More or less. Why~?”

“Dean~.”

“…You need me for something–?”