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The first thing Dean was aware of upon waking was that he was at a fancy desk. His spinning chair was fancy, there was a pen in his hand. The paperwork in front of him was in enochian. Annoying pest he was, Zachariah was sitting on the other side of the desk. How'd he get in Zachariah's office? How did he get here? Last he knew he was in a dream, surrounded by warmth. Now he was doing Zachariah's paperwork of all things.
Confused, he met Zachariah's gaze.
"Michael?"
"If I told you once, I told you a thousand times. My answer is no. Next time the bastard better ask me himself."
"Wait... Dean? But you're a vessel." Zachariah said immediately touching his forehead. Dean swatted at the hand, surprised to see zachariah's hand so easily moved.
But the dream... Laying in a wheat field, wrapped in warmth, nothing to do but coexist with... Something. His head hurt.
"Can you get me an aspirin? I have a bit of a headache." Dean said as more angels came into the office space. He recognized Raphael as a pill and a glass of water were shoved into his hand. He gulped the pill down immediately as the archangel approached.
"Dean, how much do you remember?"
"I'm not sure where reality ends and the dream begins, but I said yes. Michael beat lucifer and I've been laying in a field ever since then. Then I was here somehow."
Where did all that come from? It left his mouth without thought.
"May I take a look at you Dean?" Rafael asked, hand on his shoulder.
"Yes." He replied immediately, without any thought.
"Take off your shirt and sit still."
A hand rested on his chest, and he could see his chest glow under it.
"The war between heaven and hell is over. Your soul was exhausted to a point Michael was afraid you'd sleep forever. But you've recovered... It seems Michael is well, but he is allowing you to surface completely for some reason."
"Vessels can't do that! If we let him run around with Michael's power-" Zachariah started complaining.
"Dean is Michael's vessel. We are at peace, brother. If we let the man have some air, I can't see how it will harm him." Rafael reassured the growing audience.
"How is Sam? Castiel?" Dean said, remembering enough to know they were at least injured.
"Castiel is alright." One of the random angels in the room piped up.
"And Sam? Is my little brother free of Lucifer?" Dean was frantic now. He couldn't remember his brother being safe.
"Sam is trapped with Lucifer in the cage." Raphael replied calmly.
Dean looked to his sides, Michael's wings unfolding for his inspection. They were magnificent and-
"If you think I'm flying you turkey, you have another think coming." Dean growled at the wings, looking away as his stomach did flips.
"How do I talk to Michael now anyway? If he's inside me, can't he hear my thoughts or something?"
Raphael's hand on his shoulder was reassuring.
"Don't worry about Michael's presence. He is here. Just enjoy your time in the open."
"Dean." Cas's shocked voice drew Dean's attention immediately. He embraced the angel, not noticing Michael's wings enveloping his friend.
"Cas! Let's ditch this joint and go get in some trouble."
Cas's arms had him in a vice, they were not moving anytime soon.
Dean patted the Angel's back, feeling the urge to leave the now crowded office of onlookers.
"Seriously, let's go anywhere but here. Any ideas of where to go cas?"
He could see Castiel's wings flap as they flew to a spring, the garden a relaxing and emptyish area.
"This is the garden of Eden. My friend, there is much that has happened since you were last aware."