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Title: these hands
Author: franzzypants
Rating: G
Characters: Michael, Lucifer, brief Sam, Dean
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer, if you want to see it that way
Prompt: #9 Lucifer/Michael- healing hands
Spoilers: Season 5 including some info from 5.21
Warnings: devil shmoop?, cheesey chick flick moment
Summary: Despite everything, michael loves his little brother and he can't leave him this way.
Notes: i have never posted or really written fic ever soooooo.....
Had you asked either of the Winchesters if they were crying for the devil and the angel who killed him, they would have denied it. Dean would have shook his head and thrown out a hearty "hell no" or "that bastard deserved it", Sam would relunctantly respond with a similar smart ass comment. As it turns out, when the apocalypse came down to the final moment, the last few breaths of a rebelious angel who was seaking his own place in the world that his Father created, two hunters were brought to tears.
It was during a bloody heated battle when Michael decided to show up, wearing Adam as his vessel. Lucifer stopped everything and looked at his brother, he saw what his rebellion had done to his brother. His strong,beautiful,perfect brother. Reduced to a vessel that wasn't right for Michael, that wasn't his true sword. The feeling passed through Lucifer quickly, as most feeling for others did, and Lucifer took arms and advanced on his fellow angel. The battle was nothing short of epic; light spewed from their clashing swords like lightening in a storm,thunder erupted from their grunts of exhertion, the wath trembled beneath ther feet. For what seemed liked hours the brothers fought but in the end Michael overcame his younger brother and when his blade pierced Lucifer's heart Michael could swear he felt the pain in his own heart as well. Michael ripped out the sword from Lucifer's chest and and placed him gently on the ground. Tears began to pool in his eyes, his vessels eyes, but the pity he felt was all his own.
"Brother, I'm.....ah.....i'm sorry, brother." Michael sobbed as he gently placed his hands on Lucifer and tears rolled off his nose. Lucifer let out a small chuckle before it was swallowed by a groan of pain ,
"You always had to be right, older sibling complex." Lucifer replied. And then for the first time in millenia he smiled, not because he was murdering someone but because he felt a joy in his heart that he couldn't explain. Lucifer raised his hand to Michael's face and ran his thumb across his cheek.
"I'll always love you, brother."
The words were barely a whisper as Lucifer took in his last breaths and his grace was evaporated from his body and nothing but the imprint of his wings was left. At this Michael began to bawl, tears coming full force and he was screaming, begging his Father to bring his brother back. "Bring him back you bastard!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Michael closed his eyes and concentrated on his grace and his love and held his hand on the open wound in Lucifer's chest. He began to chant in Enochian and his hands began to glow blue.
"Come back, God, Father. Please let him come back." He opened one eye to see if his efforts were working. Nothing.Again he raised his hands and began to chant even louder. "Come back, Lucifer. Come back! Why isn't it working!? Why can't you come back? Why can't we start over?"
Nothing. Michael's sweet younger brother was dead, and it was all his doing. He turned to face Sam and Dean who were watching him, "I wish that we could have been like you two." Michael said sadly as he vanished out of Adam's body, leaving the body in perfect mental and physical condition.
Sam and Dean wiped their tears away as the began to gather up Adam and called up Cas to come get them.