Title: Memories

Rating: T

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Michael/Lucifer

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Supernatural.

Sometimes, Michael did wonder about his brother. Bound in hell.

His light would be meaningless there. Worthless. His power would bounce and echo off the very tangible limitations of his prison.

His brother lived on beauty and did not enjoy being ignored.

His absence left a noticeable vacuum in heaven. One of its most glorious inhabitants no longer lived there. Worse, now he was a traitor. Hated and feared. But not forgotten.

As time went by, the younger angels no longer remembered Lucifer. They knew of him, but did not know him personally.

Some were curious. They wanted to know what he was really like; this being who was once like them and now supposedly ruled the underworld. However, the twin flashes of fire that ignited in the archangel's eyes changed their minds.

"Think not of the Fallen one. He's a demon."

They nodded their golden heads and went about their duties without another word; leaving him in silence.

Michael was grateful that they left as his heart spasmed in sorrow.

He was also bound.

To his memories.