[Closed]

[familysucks]

Who: Michael, Wanda & Matt; Michael & Istredd; Michael & Jack; Michael & Castiel
What: Closed prompts for the month
When: February
Where: Horizon
Warnings: None at the moment, will add as required

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[familysucks]

Fortunately enough for everyone in Abraxas—Michael and Lucifer included—razing half the planet to fulfill God's desire for a fight to the death between his eldest angels is no longer Michael's highest aspiration. He's not certain God ever cared all that much about it, either. If he puts a blade through either of his siblings, it'll be for his own reasons.

"There's little to remember. We were briefly trapped in the Horizon together," he says, then adds what he feels is the most pertinent fact. "No one died."

Not that there's much point to fighting in the Horizon, but it's a testament to his patience and forgiving nature that he didn't smite Castiel on the spot for everything he's done. Though it had been a bit cathartic to strangle him that one time, so perhaps...

(Meddling with Castiel and the Winchesters has never once worked out for him, he reminds himself.)

Michael leans back in the pew and stretches his arms along the back of it, letting Castiel take a close look. Older. It's another comment that might land very differently if they weren't what they are, but age and power go hand in hand where they're from.

"Yes, ten years in Hell does tend to have that effect on people."

He narrows his eyes momentarily, giving him a particularly sharp glare. Castiel knows when he took the plunge. He should be able to add a decade and figure out the true time differential between them from there.