Flashback:

I was sitting on the motel bed, Dean and Sam were out on a hunt. They thought that bringing me was unessential since the case was easy, but I knew that they're still worried about me. I was thinking about Lucifer and Gabriel. I can't beige that I'm saying this, but I can't stop thinking about the devil. I miss him. Whenever I ask myself how can I haves feelings for 'Satan'? I remember what he told me. I'd remember how he felt about the situation.

Then there was Gabriel. I won't deny that I had feelings for the Archangel. He made me laugh in just one day mare than I'd ever laughed in my lifetime…. At least I think it was just one day. I'd keep remembering how he looked when he told us how he felt about the apocalypse, I'd remember how his eyes glistened for a moment before lighting up with anger.

Lucifer however, his eyes would glisten for a moment also before hardening and becoming stone cold. I'd get chills and Goosebumps just thinking about both of their eyes. I'd feel a tug at my heart whenever I thought about either of them. They'd made me feel more alive than ever, but in different ways.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by hearing a flutter of wings. I expected it to be Cas, coming to ask for the boys, but when I turned I saw a handsome man standing there. From what she could tell, his physical description matches the one the boys gave her of Michael. I sat up in alarm. What could he possibly want from ME?

"Hello there. I am Michael, I am sure you are familiar with who I am." He said with a smirk. I did not like the way he was acting, I can tell that this is just an act, not the way he really is. He's putting up a mask.

"I am well aware of who you are. Now what do you want from me?" I snapped.

"You are quite rude, Y/n. And what makes you think that I want anything from you? I just heard something about you and I wanted to ask you in person."

"What is it?" I sighed.

"Well, a little birdie in heaven, told me something. Don't worry, only him and I are aware of this piece of information. He told me that a very high ranking demon mentioned that you might've had sexual intercourse with my brother, Lucifer."

I was shocked. Not only for the fact that I had no clue how they found out, but what does that have to do with anything. Is he trying to use me to hurt Lucifer? He must have known that I probably mean nothing to Lucifer, just someone who be talked to and had a one-night stand with. Those words hurt me more than I expected. It was like a stab to the heart, but I chose to ignore it. I will not think of them.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Is it true or not Y/n?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but yes. And if you're trying to use me to hurt him, don't bother, he doesn't give two shits about me. And hey do you want to hurt him so much, kill him. You'd do that to your own brother, just because God said so? Are you that cold hearted?"

"You're wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me, but still…. I don't want this anymore than you want to kill Sam or Dean. You know-my brother—I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way that most people could never understand, and I still love him. But I am going to kill him because it is the right thing to do."

"No, you're wrong. What makes you think that it's the right thing to do to kill your own brother. Why not try to talk it over?"

"Talk it over? You don't know my brother like I do. He will not listen." He said in annoyance.

"Not right away he won't, but eventually he will."

"He will not, he's my brother and I know him."

"Well, I shared a bed with him. I think I know him better." I shot back with a cruel smile. Michael's face fell and anger flashed over his features. He walked over towering over me, his face inches away from mine.

"Say that again Y/n. I dare you." He hissed through gritted teeth. I bit my lip as I suddenly felt heat rush to my core. What the hell? I had no idea why but o wanted to make him angry, the sight of him all angry was turning me on so much. I wanted to provoke him.

"Lucifer was so good to me Michael, his long fingers touched my body everywhere and I loved it. Especially when he bent me over the bed and fucked me, he was so rough it was amazing and god he was so big. He filled me entirely I-"

I didn't get to finish the sentence, Michael grabbed my hips, slamming me back against the the door and a hand coming up to cup my throat. He squeezed lightly and I sighed at the feeling.

"Do you want to get me angry is that it? Do you want me to fuck you hard?" hr growled in my ear sucking on my neck harshly. I whimpered nodding. Yes god yes that's what I wanted. Oh wait….i guess Lucifer was right…. I am that submissive in bed.

"Yeah, Just like Lucifer did…" Michael froze next to me before glowering down at me. Pushing me down onto my knees he quickly undid his belt buckle pulling his jeans down slightly.

"If you can talk like a whore you can suck like one as well." He growled out grabbing my hair in a make shift ponytail and pulling it harshly towards his crotch. He pushed himself into my mouth sliding in and out. He did that until I sensed that he was near his climax. But then he suddenly pulled out and pulled me back against the door. He snapped his fingers and both our cloths had disappeared. He grabbed my hips shoving me face first into the bed. I sighed but soon gasped when he thrust inside me, filling me up.

"Fuck…." I hissed. He pulled out and slammed up against me. After a few thrust he lifted up his pace. After a while my orgasm was triggered and Michael followed a few thrusts later.

Ä we came down from our high, Michael pulled out and layer down next to me. I pulled my head onto his chest as we both breathed heavily.

Oh god, what am I doing? Was the last thought that went through my head before everything went black.